ANIMAL’s Best Of The Village Voice’s Best Of New York, 2014

October 15, 2014 | ANIMAL

The Village Voice’s annual “Best Of New York City” list came out today. They got a lot of shit wrong. Newark Airport sucks. Who the hell can afford to shop at Paragone? Big Bar is not a dive bar and there are no dive bars for blocks anywhere near it. And don’t even get us started on their pizza theories. Here’s what they got right:

Best Art Gallery: Postmasters Gallery

The only established gallery in Manhattan doing something innovative. Consistently tasteful in their arrangement and consistently putting up two complementary shows at once by some of the best artists in the city.

Best Twitterer: Michael Hale

@dogboner’s Twitter is consistently hilarious but he really knocked it out of the park when he tweeted a picture of Neil Degrasse Tyson with the caption, “Some guy using his laptop on the train like a Dumbass nerd lol.” His Gawker writeup about the subsequent fallout was priceless.

Best TV News Anchor: Pat Kiernan

Killer Canadian transplant took New York TV by storm. Great bowler, can hold his liquor and has a punk song named after him.

Best All-Ages Club: Silent Barn

From the noise festivals to the art projects to weirdo screenings — some of the best live events on the fringe, and a great community of artists. 

Best Noise Band: Pharmakon

We were in love at first sight. She is the best. See you at Palisades.

Best Vegetarian Hot Dogs: Crif Dogs 

They actually taste like what a vegetarian thinks a hot dog should taste like instead of tofu bark. The founder also used to buy bongs from our editor. 

Best Restaurant in Long Island City: Wells Dinette

It’s almost impossible to not eat here when you visit MOMA/PS1. The smell permeates the halls between galleries and it’s amazing comfort food.

Best Bike Shop: Gotham Bikes

Stalwarts who won’t snicker at your questions, conveniently located near a subway.

Best Beach: Fort Tilden Beach

The water is not toxic! (Yet.)

Best Sports Bar: Croxley’s Abbey

Those hot wings! Those ghost pepper wings. (Do not touch your dick. Really. Do not touch your dick.)