The Kempt Five
Every Wednesday we’re giving you a deeper look into what makes the minds behind Kempt tick. We call it: The Kempt Five.
Dumbo. “The neighborhood in Brooklyn, not the 1941 animated children’s classic. Maybe I’m late to the game, but after spending some quality time there this weekend, I feel like I discovered the greatest weekend summer strolling spot in NYC. You can take a boat to get there. It’s got a legitimate waterfront with a view of three iconic bridges and the entire Manhattan skyline. Lobster rolls. Grassy knolls. And between Front General Store, Modern Anthology and NOS, there are plenty of places to blow your paycheck. The only thing it’s missing: a stronger lineup of outdoor drinking spots. Legal ones, anyway.” —J.W.
The Fount of Wisdom, Bill Murray. “If you haven’t caught this video of Bill Murray giving impromptu marriage advice to a bachelor party, please watch the above. Classic Bill. Thing is, it’s actually great advice. Speaking from experience, it reminded me of the time the wife and I (probably foolishly) embarked upon a monthlong, 10-city, international tour back in our early days of serious dating—before we’d ever even lived together. Had I been privy to Uncle Bill’s sage advice back then, we’d be celebrating our sixth wedding anniversary this fall, not our first.” —N.B.
Lambrusco. “I’ve come to accept the fact that I’ll never be a wine guy. Red puts me to bed, white gives me headaches all night. The exception to the rule: I can totally drink anything bubbly no problem. This time of year, when restaurants are finally setting up tables outside, there’s nothing more refreshing to me than this sparkling Italian red. And you’ll rarely see a bottle for more than $50 on a list.” —A.P.B.
Conte’s 1894. “I spent the long weekend in Rockland, Maine, (population 7,225) for a 95th-birthday party. It’s a small town whose food scene rivals those of midsize cities. But the jewel in its crown might be a decrepit-looking shack called Conte’s 1894, which proves to be a restaurant upon closer inspection. The eponymous Conte is an ancient, spindly cook who can be heard loudly shouting as he steams lobster in a pasta-strewn kitchen. It’s simple, old-school fisherman cooking—think fresh mussels and lobster served in enormous iron skillets over a literal pound of pasta swimming in a red sauce sea. Needless to say, it’s magnificent.” —E.T.
Anyone happen to catch 50 Cent throw out the ceremonial first pitch at the Pirates-Mets game on Tuesday night? “Yes? Great. Then you now know exactly what the best moment to ever be caught on camera looks like.” —K.L.
— Najib Benouar
— Andrew P. Bradbury
— Kelly Larson
— Eric Twardzik
— Jason Wire