Some might say the food at Homemade Cafe is art in and of itself, with gentle and bold notes colliding in concert with spirited revelry pouring out from the warm blanket of a familiar and familial space that stubbornly stands true in the face of a changing city. In so

As I ended my slave labor shift a strategic ruckus, in unison, caught my attention. I came to the corner of 14th Street and 6th Avenue where countless determined and angry faces sat atop young and old bodies, stomping through the streets of Manhattan. Signs which displayed disdain for the