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Happy new year! How long do we say happy new year?! I hope you had a great one. Prompt: I want to see Pegs birth and the terrifying ordeal Emma alluded to

I’ll gladly accept your happy new year on a perpetual loop anon. And return you your own happy new year here on January 18th. So I wrote this a couple days ago, there’s some angst and the Vankalds are heavily featured and the Google Doc name was “DRAMATIC BABIES.” That’s about all there is to it. If you missed the set-up for the aforementioned “DRAMATIC BABIES” it’s here, with Emma and Killian and hockey laces.

“If you don’t stop staring at me and then pretending you’re not actually staring at me, I may scream.”

Anna flushed, eyes widening to a size that would have been comical if Emma weren’t certain several different parts of her spine were in the process of staging open rebellion against the rest of her body.

“Told you,” Elsa mumbled, digging the heel of her foot into Anna’s outstretched leg. “And, Emma, you can’t yell, that’s definitely not soothing.”

Emma exhaled loudly, letting her head loll back on the couch in the brownstone living room. She could dimly make out noise from the kitchen, a variety of doors opening and closing and footsteps padding across the floor. And, honestly, she wasn’t really all that surprised.

She was as unsurprised as a 38-weeks pregnant human female with an overly interfering family and on-the-road hockey-playing husband could be.

So, not a lot.

Like none. At all.

“Did he leave a handwritten list of instructions?” Emma asked, not bothering to take her eyes off the TV in front of her. “Or just generic threats?”

Elsa scoffed. And they’d dropped the puck in D.C. “Both.”

“We told him he was being an idiot,” Anna added. She leaned forward, grabbing a bowl of something that Mrs. Vankald had given them before and that didn’t surprise Emma either.

There was enough food in that brownstone to feed several armies of expectant mothers. And two quasi-sisters who suspiciously showed up in New York several days ahead of schedule.

Emma hummed noncommittally, doing her best to move without making it obvious. It didn’t work. She hadn’t really expected it to – but she still didn’t appreciate the quick glance Elsa and Anna shared, far too knowing and far too obvious and Killian hit somebody into the boards.

She gasped.

She hadn’t meant to do that.

Elsa and Anna moved at the same time. The chips nearly ended up on the floor.

“Mrs. V will be frustrated if you get crumbs everywhere,” Emma muttered, well aware that it was a lie. Elsa’s lips twitched.

“Please, she’ll still thank you for being here.”

“I’m not sure that even makes sense.”

“I’m not sure anything that’s happened in the last twenty-four hours has made much sense,” Elsa admitted with a shrug and a smile. “Particularly the amount of nonsense KJ has spewed over text message since they landed in D.C.”

“Idiot,” Anna repeated. Her gaze was fixed on the game though and Emma wasn’t sure if it had something to do with that and the very obvious turnover in the neutral zone or the impending arrival of their second kid and it could not have been good for her spine to keep feeling like this.

Elsa grabbed a handful of chips. “She means that in a nice way. And she promises to stop staring at you. Trust me, it’s making us all uncomfortable.”

Emma wasn’t sure what sound she made – her own scoff and a bit of laughter and maybe a hint of frustration because the Rangers had already missed the net wide left twice. She felt her lips quirk up anyway though, more footsteps coming from the kitchen and several bags near the bottom of the stairs because Mr. Vankald absolutely refused to hear even the suggestion of Emma and Matt staying uptown.

It was overprotective.

It was interfering.

It was nice.

Killian had definitely told Elsa and Anna to come home early.

“You didn’t have to fly here to be babysit me, you know,” Emma said, slumping further into the corner of the couch and grabbing the nearest pillow to hug against her chest.

Elsa glanced at Anna again – different than the almost too clear worry it had been before. It was more...Emma wasn’t sure what the word was, and if her spine hadn’t felt as if it were twisted into several different knots, she probably would have been concerned by her inability to come up with descriptions for anything except the Rangers offensive attack.

It looked a little protective.

“Please,” Anna objected. “This is not babysitting. And it wasn’t really much of a conversation.”

“He barely even got the words out,” Elsa added.

Emma blinked. And tightened her hold on the pillow. “Wait, what?”

Another pointed glance, more footsteps and the puck stuck against the boards in the zone.

“Didn’t…” Emma continued, snapping her head back and forth between either Vankald sister. They both reached their hands out to stop her. Nice. Honestly, nice was the best word. “I’m very confused.”

“And pregnant,” Elsa grinned.

“Were you worried I wasn’t aware of that?”

“No, no, but—ok, it’s not like KJ didn’t suggest that we—“

“—Babysit me?”

“Can we stop using that word?” Anna asked. “It’s really not. Gina is babysitting. That’s the correct usage.”

“That’s true,” Emma admitted, well aware of a schedule that included the Museum of Natural History and dinosaur bones and, likely, far too many onion rings already.

“It’s not babysitting,” Elsa promised. She leaned into Emma’s space, tugging lightly on the few inches of pillow that weren’t already being twisted with a hint of nervous energy.

It was probably because of the game.

Not the kid.

They were ready for the kid. Just—maybe, after the game.

“Did you offer to come here?” Emma asked bluntly, eyes darting towards Anna when she all but cackled. “El, don’t you have a job?”

Elsa grimaced, squeezing one eye shut and Anna’s laugh got louder. “State government basically shuts down in December.”

“Basically.”

“And you—“

“KJ was freaking out,” she said, waving both hands as if that was an explanation and Emma’s smile didn’t feel as unnatural as it probably should of. “I’m honestly surprised he didn’t break, like—“

“—At least twenty-seven sticks, trying to shoot out his frustration,” Anna cut in.

“And that’s low-balling it, really. So, well, he didn’t really ask, but we didn’t really—“

“—Give him a chance.”

“Anna, I swear, if you don’t let me finish...”

Anna grinned. “It was El’s idea,” she whispered, another handful of chips and a flash in her eyes that every person who grew up in that brownstone was frustratingly good at doing.

Emma felt her jaw drop, smile morphing into something that still wasn’t really surprise, but might have been closer to gratitude and a bit like being checked into the boards. Or scoring. That was a better analogy.

She wished the Rangers would hit the goddamn net.

“Was it?”

Elsa shook her head, ignoring whatever sound Anna made in the back of her throat. “I mean—not entirely. It was kind of a joint effort from all of us and—“

‘’—wait, wait, all of us?”

“You’re as bad at interrupting as Anna is.”

“God, I feel like you’re going to ground me.”

Anna laughed again. “We talked about it,” she said. “You know, in detail. And Liam couldn’t leave early because the Avs had some prospect coming in they wanted him to look at, but, like I said, it was totally El’s idea. Also, KJ totally wouldn’t leave otherwise.”

“What?”

Elsa and Anna stared at her. “Are you kidding me?” Anna balked, jumping off the couch.

“It’s early,” Emma reasoned. “We’ve still got—like, a week and a half and it’s—everything is fine and nothing is going to—“

She cut herself off, teeth finding her lower lip at the same time she squeezed her eyes shot. And everything felt like it stopped and started, all at the same time, an impossible moment of slow and fast and good and bad and—

“Fucking, fuck,” Emma hissed. “That is…that is so goddamn, fucking…stupid.”

It was honestly disappointing she couldn’t come up with a better word.

Emma took a deep breath, eyes still closed and she could hear the sounds coming from the game, doing her best to time her pulse up with the announcers. It absolutely did not work.

It hurt like hell.

A week and a half early.

“Damnit,” she grumbled, not letting go of her lip and that was a mistake. She could taste blood in her mouth. “We should, um—do you guys know where my phone is?”

She opened her eyes.

Elsa was already moving – a picture of mom-like efficiency and experience, shouting for Mrs. Vankald and bags – while Anna’s fingers flew across the phone in her hand. Neither one of them answered Emma.

“Yeah, yeah,” Elsa said distractedly, grabbing a different phone out of somewhere and pressing it to her ear. “Well, get him of the ice!”

“Who is she talking to?” Emma asked. No one answered her. She growled, the sound scratching at the back of her throat, but that was partially from frustration and mostly because she was in goddamn labor and Anna yelped when the pillow collided with her back. “Who is Elsa talking to?”

Anna picked up the pillow. “Ariel. Who was on—El, what did we call it?”

“Make sure KJ gets off the fucking ice when he has to duty.”

“That’s not what we called it.”

Emma’s laugh turned into a groan far quicker than she wanted it, gritting her teeth and trying to keep oxygen flowing to several major organs. Mr. Vankald appeared in the living room, coats draped over one arm and his right shoulder and there was a bag in his left hand.

And they all froze when Emma whimpered.

“Oh shit, that hurt,” Emma breathed, twisting again to try and dig her hand into the small of her back.

She’d done this before – at an entirely inopportune time as well, but she couldn’t remember it hurting quite that much or quite so suddenly and Killian was in Washington D.C.

“Shit,” she said again. The floor creaked when Mr. Vankald moved, an impossible shift of the several thousand things he was holding to brush his thumb under Emma’s eye and there was a tear there.

“We’re going to get a car,” he said. “We’re going to get to a hospital. Killian is going to get off the ice. And everything is going to be fine. Understood?”

Emma nodded, not sure there was another choice. And, for a solid, forty-two minutes she absolutely believed him.

For a solid forty-two minutes there was no reason not to.

Until the doctor walked in and she hadn’t talked to Killian yet and they needed to figure out where Matt was going to stay and—

“What do you mean breech?”

“The baby is still—“

“—Still?”

The doctor didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, which was almost unnerving since Emma couldn’t seem to stop blinking and Elsa hissed when she gripped her hand too tightly. “Oh, shit, shit, sorry, El, that’s—“

“It’s fine,” Elsa promised, squeezing back slightly in something that was probably supposed to be comforting. That, however, was proving more and more difficult to trust when the Vankalds kept sharing one phone, muttered curses and increasingly pointed commands and Emma was having a difficult time breathing.

“Ok, ok, you said still?” Emma asked, clicking her teeth when the doctor nodded. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“It means, unfortunately, that what we talked about at your last exam will—“

Emma hissed again, Elsa’s response turning decidedly non-English. “What happened at the last exam?”

“I’m sorry,” the doctor said, shaking her head and that was fair. She’d probably never faced the collective wrath of a professional hockey team and its extended family. “You are..”

“Emma’s sister.”

“Oh, that was nice, El,” Emma mumbled. She’d closed her eyes again.

“And true. You’re totally ours now.”

“In a way that does not sound as creepy as that,” Anna said, taking a step into the room with a phone held loosely in her hand and a self-satisfied smile on her face. “I come bearing terrified husband.”

The doctor looked stunned.

“Emma!”

“Oh my God, KJ, you can’t actually jump through the phone.”

“Shut up, Banana.”

She rolled her eyes, twisting around the still-stunned doctor and the beeping machines and Emma’s lungs appreciated the oxygen she provided them as soon as her fingers curled around the phone. “Hey,” she muttered, and it was probably wrong to appreciate whatever his face did at that.

“Are you ok?”

“Just bypassed cordiality completely, huh?”

“Emma.”

“That’s a yes.”

“I’m serious,” Killian said. His hair wasn’t damp, which gave her pause, but not nearly as much as the background of wherever he was calling from.

“Where are you?”

“Some terminal.” Emma tilted her head. And blinked. And squeezed Elsa’s hand when another flush of pain rushed up her questionably in-tact spine. “Swan,” Killian snapped, eyes wide and terror practically palpable. “What’s going on?”

“Where are you?”

She paused between every word for emphasis – and possibly because the lingering twists of pain in between her hips made it difficult to do anything else, but Emma was not gong to admit to any of that and she was impossibly stubborn.

Killian thought it was a girl.

She hoped it was a girl.

He’d probably lose his mind over a girl.

“Terminal C if you want to be specific,” Ariel answered, pushing into the frame with an authority that was the least surprising thing that had happened all day. “We’re in a terminal. And waiting.”

“Impatiently,” Killian grumbled.

“We’re setting records for impatience, honestly.”

“A terminal seems good, doesn’t it?” Emma asked. She’d blame labor for her lack of comprehension. And the word breech flashing in front of her gaze.

Ariel hummed. “We’re on our way back. Or, well, at least trying. It’s just—not a lot of options and I think we’re going to have to fly to Philly first.”

“We’re just trying to get out of here,” Killian said. “But there’s—“

“—It’s snowing and our choices are limited.”

Killian sighed, soft and defeated and Emma’s heart lurched. That hurt too. Everything hurt.

They were supposed to have a week and a half.

“What’s going on, love?” he asked, ignoring Ariel’s half-hearted protests when he turned the phone back.

Emma licked her lips, far too dry because, she assumed, hospital air was a lot like airport air and everything felt recirculated and a little fake. She assumed that would be different if he were there.

What a sap.

She was going to use labor as the excuse again.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen yet.”

That was not the answer Emma had planned on. At all. That was the opposite of the answer because she knew that answer would only end in guilt and disappointment and she wished someone put the game on.

She hoped they were winning.

“I’m sorry, love,” Killian said, another endearment that only inspired more sighing and licked lips.

Emma did her best to smile. It didn’t work. “Not your fault.”

“i didn’t want to go.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“How long did it take for them to give me up?”

“Few seconds after puck drop.”

His answering laugh lacked any bit of humor, but Emma’s lips quirked anyway and that was as close to a smile as she was going to get. “Did you talk to the doctor yet? Is there—“

The doctor coughed pointedly, leaning forward like she was waiting for her cue. “Uh, is that Mr. Jones?”

Emma nodded. “He’s in D.C. now, but—“

“On our way,” Killian finished, and Elsa gave Emma’s hand another squeeze. “What’s…it should only be a few hours, what’s going on?”

“Well, I’m afraid we don’t have that much time.”

Emma dropped the phone.

“Swan!”

Elsa gasped at the vice-like grip on her hand, but didn’t make any more noise, just grabbed the phone and widened her eyes at Killian. Glared, that was the word. “That’s not helping, KJ,” she said.

“What is going on?”

The doctor coughed again. There were not enough pillows on that hospital bed. “As I was telling Mrs. Jones, unfortunately the baby is breech, as we saw at the last ultrasound and that hasn’t changed.”

“Was it supposed to?”

“It happens naturally sometimes and we did try a few things in the last few weeks, but, as I said, unfortunately…”

“Oh my God, can we stop using that word?” Emma yelled, drawing quick stares and a quiet chuckle from D.C. that absolutely wasn’t Killian.

He was far too busy staring at her anyway.

“It really is kind of foreboding,” Anna mumbled. She walked further into the room, dropping onto the edge of the bed with a confidence that didn’t feel forced. “You’ve got to blink, KJ, otherwise your eyes will fall out.”

“I don’t know that you’ve got the science to back that up, Banana.”

Anna shrugged. “There’s a doctor here. Who I’m sure will agree with me as soon as she tells us what has to happen next. Right?”

The doctor startled under the force of Anna’s gaze – demanding and as unblinking as Killian’s had been a moment before. “We’ll have to deliver cesarean,” she said. “And we’d like to get Mrs. Jones in the operating room as soon as possible.”

Killian dropped the phone that time.

That put them on even ground. Or, ice. Elsa absolutely was not speaking English, texting someone with her left hand that Emma only kind of hoped was Regina.

“The baby is full-term,” the doctor continued, seemingly unperturbed by the stunned silence around her, “and healthy, so there shouldn’t be too many risks, but it is surgery and…”

Emma didn’t hear the rest, the buzzing in her ears too loud. She swallowed instead, doing her best to sink back into the pillows, like that would make any of it easier or help her invent technology that could help impatient and worried NHL players teleport across several thousand miles.

“It’s going to be ok, Emma.”

“You might want to try that again if you want me to believe it.”

Killian exhaled, that same flash to his eyes when he glanced up from under his lashes. “I don’t know why I don’t know how to fly a plane.”

“I wouldn’t want you to do that in the snow.”

“I may walk there.”

“Impractical.”

“It’d take too long anyway.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Emma said, nearly laughing. “I really, really want you here.”

“I really, really want to be there.”

“I know that.”

And she did – with every bit of her and every cell that was absolutely, positively ignoring the doctor because whatever the doctor was saying was vaguely terrifying. Killian’s lips twitched, free hand in his hair. “Red may strangle half a dozen league officials. Took ‘em forever to get me off the ice.”

“Absolute assholes,” Ariel added.

Emma nodded, not sure if it was an actual agreement or, simply, an attempt at misplaced confidence. “This is totally normal. Right?”

“For us?” Killian asked.

“And the medicine.”

“The medicine is fine, love,” he promised, but it felt a little hollow again. Emma felt a little hollow. The word surgery freaked her out.

“We’d like to get you prepped as soon as possible, Mrs. Jones.”

Emma swallowed, nearly pulling her lips into her throat in the process, and the doctor did look confident. That helped. Probably. Hopefully.

The lack of teleportation was disappointing.

“Ok,” she whispered. Elsa and Anna were exchanging meaningful glances again. “Ok, ok, um—I love you.”

Killian smiled. Not huge. No entirely confident. But it was there. And Emma knew he’d walk to the city if he had to.

“I love you too, Swan. I’m going to be there as soon as I can.”

The next few hours passed in a swirl of florescent lights and anesthesia, heavy eyelids and sluggish muscles and Emma didn’t remember being rolled back into her room, but she did notice the shadow slumped in the nearest chair.

It took less than a full second for her eyes to flutter shut again.

They’d tell her eventually, there’d been moments that were less-than-perfect, incisions and more blood than they expected, but Emma could still feel the wave of exhaustion lingering over her and when she woke up, again, there was barely any light in the room, just beeping machines and a baby that she dimly remembered crying very loudly as soon as she came into the world.

Emma groaned, twisting against the hospital mattress and the shadow moved. Jumped, rather.

He jumped up, nearly knocking the chair over in the process and she didn’t mean to laugh.

She didn’t really laugh – was far too sore and far too tired, but it was a valiant attempt because Killian was wearing a shirt that absolutely wasn’t his and team-branded sweats and—

“How long have you been here?”

He exhaled again, like he was only remembering how to breath, ducking his head and pressing his lips to her hair. “Not long. Are you—God.”

The next breath stuttered out of him, shaky and worried was not the right word. Terrified. He sounded terrified, a sheen to him that wasn’t a product of less than a full period on the ice.

Killian’s whole body shuddered when he moved again and Emma couldn’t actually move her arm much, but she let her fingers brush over the back of the hand gripping the sheets. “I love you,” Emma whispered. “We’re ok.”

“We?”

“We. Did you talk to Mattie?”

“For a few minutes. He went home with Gina. They’ll—they’ll be here tomorrow and Mary Margaret’s been calling me non-stop. David wanted to come down here, but Leo’s been coughing and—“

“—El and Anna were here,” Emma interrupted. “I was ok.”

“Are ok,” he corrected, and it felt important. Like he had to keep saying it.

“Currently. Still.”

Killian took another deep breath, burrowing a bit closer to Emma’s ear. “I shouldn’t have gone.”

“We were supposed to have a week and a half, you had to go.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“I know that too,” Emma promised. “I wasn’t by myself. It was—“

“—Do not tell me it was fine, Swan. It was not fine.”

She scoffed, but that edge was back in his voice and she was a little concerned he’d actually walked there. “Did you drive here? Is that what happened?”

“Swan.”

“Killian.”

It took, by her admittedly exhausted, just-had-a-baby account, precisely, one inhale, three blinks and two brushes of his lips over her cheek before he responded. “Red did her best to intimidate several ticket agents for a variety of major airlines. But, well, it’s snowing here and there were delays and it’s ridiculous because we looked up flights out of Dulles and Reagan, but…” He kissed her again. “God, I was terrified. Yeah, we drove her. Probably in record time.”

“Do you think Ariel’s blood pressure will ever return to a normal, human level.”

“I’m not sure mine will, honestly.”

Emma tilted her head up, not at all surprised when she felt his answering smile press against her mouth. “I’m glad you didn’t walk.”

“I considered it.”

“Doesn’t surprise me at all.”

“Is—everything, with—“

Killian trailed off, leaning back and Emma didn’t entirely understand. That lasted less than one slightly dramatic gasp. “Oh, oh, yeah, she’s…”

“Presumably perfect.”

“They didn’t tell you?”

He clicked his tongue. “I was a little one-tracked and I wanted to make sure everything was ok and everyone just kept promising that it was.”“I hate to tell you this, but it doesn’t seem like you believed them.”“I wanted to make sure.”“We’re ok. This time it’s me promising and she’s got very good lungs.

And that smile was all right and more, some kind of metaphorical light and willingness to walk thousands of miles and Emma swore she could almost see the tension fall off him, bits and pieces landing on the hospital floor next to the wires for machines that were only kind of terrifying.

“I love you,” Killian said, muttering the words against her skin and behind her ear. Ghosting them over her hair and the jut of her chin and it lasted too long and not enough, the threat of sleep tugging at the back of Emma’s mind again.

“Go to sleep, Emma,” he continued. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He didn’t. And when she woke up again, her own lungs a little more human and eyes not quite feeling like weights, the shadow in the chair had changed clothes, his hair a little damp with a baby in his arms and a family waiting at the other end of the hall.

#cs ff #captain swan #blue line rambles #blue line one shots #DRAMATIC BABIES FOR YOUR FRIDAY NIGHT #really #they should stop having kids in the middle of the season #also i've been wanting to write some emma and vaknald sister bonding forever #so here's some of that too #anonymous #laura rambles

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24 Food & Drink Pop-Ups In NYC Right Now added to Google Docs

24 Food & Drink Pop-Ups In NYC Right Now

Right now, there’s something comforting about the inherent transience of a pop-up. While the newness and strangeness of, well, everything might have us in a perpetual state of Monday-morning-after-a-long-weekend, new and different is what we expect from pop-ups. Whether you’re looking for a glimpse of normalcy, or you just want to try some wagyu beef corndogs, check out the 24 pop-ups on this guide.

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From watching Moana fight cute little pirates, to seeing not-cute, not-little NHL players fight each other, there are a lot of things you can do at an ice rink. Thanks to Estela’s pop-up at The Rink at Rockefeller Center, one more activity to add to the list is eating snow crab, scallop crudo, and lobster with Urfa pepper labneh. For the month of September, groups of four or eight can reserve a table at the rink, and enjoy all of those dishes as part of a prix-fixe menu that costs $125 per person.

Adam Friedlander Frenchette $ $ $ $ French in Tribeca $$$$ 241 W Broadway

Like Estela, Frenchette is also offering a $125 per person prix-fixe pop-up at The Rink at Rockefeller Center. On alternating days until September 26th, groups of four or eight can eat French dishes like summer corn vichyssoise and terrine de pintade a few feet from where Mr. Deeds chases down Winona Ryder’s fake mugger. You can see each restaurant’s schedule, and book reservations here.

Midtown Social Midtown Social $$$$ 15 W 39th St

When you think of an ideal spot for a block party, Midtown probably isn’t the first place that comes to mind. And while you still won’t see any lawn chairs or kiddie pools, Midtown Social is doing their part by supplying hot dogs, chopped cheese sandwiches, potato salad, and Italian ice. Sit at one of their outdoor tables Monday through Friday from 11am-9pm, or bring your food a block away to Bryant Park.

San Antonio's Wood Fired Pizza $$$$ 132 Eagle Street

2.38% - it’s about the chances Vegas gives either the Giants or Jets of winning this year’s Super Bowl, and it’s the fraction of time each week when you can get San Antonio’s Wood Fired Pizza. From 5-9pm on Friday nights, they park their oven in front of 132 Eagle Street in Greenpoint, and serve bubbly, charred pies for takeout and BYOB outdoor tables.

Oddfellows x Bodega Boys OddFellows Ice Cream Co. $$$$ 175 Kent Ave

Oddfellows has teamed up with Desus and Mero (The Bodega Boys) to launch a set of bodega-inspired ice cream flavors, like the “Baconeggncheese” that’s made with smoked cream ice cream, candied bacon and egg yolks, and whipped cheese cream. For the next couple weeks, all of their flavors are being served out of an ice cream truck driving around the city, with dates and locations changing every day. A portion of all sales will be donated to The Legal Aid Society, including orders made through their website for nationwide delivery.

Karasu $ $ $ $ Japanese in Fort Greene $$$$ 166 Dekalb Ave

Karasu always seems to be somewhere you don’t expect. Usually, that means running a Japanese speakeasy and izakaya in a back room of Walter’s in Fort Greene. And currently, it means operating a pop-up at 128 Meserole Street in East Williamsburg. Wednesday through Sunday until Halloween, they’re serving skewers and small plates, karaage fried chicken, and excellent cocktails at outdoor tables beginning at 5pm.

Her Name Is Han $ $ $ $ Korean in Nomad $$$$ 17 E 31st St

Her Name Is Han is offering weekly ssambap bapsang sets Friday through Sunday. For $45, you can have pork belly, braised mackerel, and a bunch of sides delivered directly to your door. They also offer a drink supplement, which includes three beers and a bottle of soju for $20.

Woldy Kusina x Ursula x Brutus Bakeshop $$$$ 85 MacDougal Street

What happens when a New Mexican-inspired cafe, a well known Filipino caterer, and a vegan bakery team up for a one-day-only event? You get a lot of delicious food. Dishes like hatch green chili and sweet corn lumpia with vegan queso dip, and coconut rice fried chicken sandwiches with chili-ginger sauce are being served from 1-8pm on September 13th at Dame Summer Club in Greenwich Village, with a portion of proceeds going to support The Soapbox Presents.

Hilltown Hot Pies $$$$ 745 Fischer Rd

If you’re heading up to the Hudson Valley in September, consider checking out Hilltown Hot Pies, a pizza pop-up on Katchkie Farm in Kinderhook. Their Neapolitan-style pies, which are made with local ingredients, are available for takeout, or you can place an order ahead of time through their website, and eat it at a table overlooking the organic farm between 4-8pm Thursday through Sunday.

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Fuego 69 $$$$ 731 Hudson Street

In Hudson, the people behind the temporarily closed Lil’ Deb’s Oasis are currently running a pop-up called Fuego 69 at the Riverton Lodge. From 3-5pm, you can hang out in the hotel’s backyard and order drinks, or stop by for dinner between 5-9pm, when they’re serving dishes like buckwheat flatbread topped with buckwheat honey and fried buckwheat groats. 69 cents from every dish is donated to local and national racial justice causes.

Paulie Gee's $ $ $ $ Pizza in Brooklyn , Greenpoint $$$$ 60 Greenpoint Ave.

Brooklyn’s Paulie Gee’s is hosting a new pop-up with Edith’s, a Jewish deli that’s serving pizza bagels, latke BEC sandwiches, challah knots, and more from this popular Greenpoint pizza place. You can try their baked goods, plus things like smoked fish and cream cheese for takeout or on Paulie Gee’s outdoor patio every Thursday through Sunday through October.

Gotham Burger Social CLub $$$$

This nomadic burger joint has already hosted pop-ups at spots like Marshall Stack, Ray’s, and Smile To-Go this summer, and their cheeseburgers photos look disturbingly delicious. You can choose whether you want a single or double-patty burger, but both options will always come loaded with caramelized onions and a cascading waterfall of melted cheddar cheese. They haven’t announced where they’ll be popping up next, but you can expect to hear more information soon via their Instagram.

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Smile To Go $$$$ 22 Howard St

Yardy, a Caribbean catering company, is now offering delivery and takeout out of the Soho Smile To-Go location on Howard Street from 10am to 6pm, Tuesday through Friday. Check out the menu of things like shrimp skewers, tamarind ginger chicken, and a galette with caramelized onion and chayote squash - and place your order here.

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Kate Previte Holy Ground $ $ $ $ American , Steaks , BBQ in Tribeca $$$$ 109 W Broadway

Holy Ground’s space in Tribeca isn’t a standard venue for a BBQ spot. Instead of paper napkins and canned beer, you’ll find red leather booths and martinis. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to hear that its pop-up isn’t traditional either. They’ve put a custom smoker and grill on the back of a 1966 Chevy pickup truck, which they park in front of various partner-restaurants around the city. On Wednesdays, you’ll find them at Ray’s on the LES, Friday and Sunday at Donna in Williamsburg, and Thursday through Sunday at Elsewhere in Bushwick. Perhaps most fitting given their current setup, they’re also operating out of the parking lot of Joe’s Auto Repair, next to We Got Company, in Williamsburg on Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday.

Max Flatow Celestine $ $ $ $ Mediterranean , Middle Eastern in DUMBO $$$$ 1 John St

The outdoor patio at Celestine is always impressive. It’s on the waterfront in Dumbo, and its views of the Brooklyn Bridge and Manhattan skyline will make you understand why so many people take their wedding photos a few steps away. And this summer, it’s hosting Bad Trip, a pop-up serving fantastic cheeseburgers and frozen cocktails. Order at the outdoor counter and find one of their seat-yourself tables from 2-9pm Wednesday through Sunday.

Maison Yaki $ $ $ $ Japanese , French in Brooklyn , Prospect Heights $$$$ 626 Vanderbilt Ave

A series of Black chefs and entrepreneurs are operating pop-ups at Maison Yaki for two week stints until October 25th. Currently, Mavis-Jay Sanders and Sicily Sierra, the founders of Food + People, are serving dishes like fried chicken and pancakes, spicy meatloaf burgers, and peach cobbler ice cream until through September 13th.

Gertie Gertie $ $ $ $ American in Williamsburg $$$$ 58 Marcy Ave

Every weekend, this all-day American spot sets up Gertie Summer Shack out front on Grand Street. From 4-9pm on Friday, 10:30am-9pm on Saturday, and 10:30am-6pm on Sunday, you can stop by for things like chicken schnitzel sandwiches on challah, smoked shrimp rolls with Old Bar aioli, and mezcal lemonades or summer shandies.

Jakob Layman Dumpling Galaxy $$$$ 502 Amsterdam Avenue

The only way we can imagine leaving this Flushing spot off the NYC dumpling podium is if you’ve never tried their pork and chive or lamb and cilantro dumplings. Fortunately for people in Manhattan, that’s now easier than ever, as Dumpling Galaxy has set up a takeout and delivery operation on the Upper West Side. You can place an order any day between 4-9:30pm through their website.

Superiority Burger $ $ $ $ American , Burgers , Vegetarian in East Village $$$$ 430 E 9th St

A pastry chef who has worked at Cafe Altro Paradiso and Flora Bar is running a weekly dessert pop-up series at Superiority Burger called “Never Ending Taste.” Every Sunday she makes a different set of gelato, sorbet, and cakes (all for $7), and the profits go to a rotating charity. You can keep up with the weekly menu, check out special collaboration announcements, and find out how to order here.

Olmsted $ $ $ $ American in Prospect Heights $$$$ 659 Vanderbilt Ave

This Prospect Heights American spot has turned its backyard into “Olmsted Summer Camp” for the summer. As you might expect from one of our favorite restaurants in the city, their take on camp food is a far cry from the sloppy joes and mostly-defrosted chicken nuggets you may have had as a kid. They’re serving things like wagyu beef corndogs, dill pickled fried chicken, and tonkatsu ribs - all of which is available on a first come, first served basis Wednesday through Sunday from 5-11pm.

Emily Schindler City Winery Pop Up $$$$ Rockefeller Plz

City Winery, which just opened a massive new location in the Hudson Valley, is operating a pop-up wine garden at Rockefeller Center. Every day from 1-7pm on the plaza between 50th and 51st, you can get City Winery’s house wine on tap, as well snacks like charcuterie, various cheeses, and burrata.

Tribeca's Kitchen $$$$ 200 Church St

This Tribeca diner is currently operating a pop-up in front of their space on Church Street. What does a diner’s pop-up look like? Well, rather than staying open from 6-12am with a menu ranging from avocado omelets to baby lamb chops, they’re only serving a few snacks, like lobster rolls and grilled corn salad, from 11am-8pm Wednesday through Sunday. They’ve also put some tent-covered tables on the street, where you can hang out and drink a frozen cocktail.

Mikey Likes It x Kolkata Chai Co Mikey Likes It x Kolkata Chai Co $$$$ 199 E 3rd St

Kolkata Chai and Mikey Likes It have teamed up to create a chai ice cream and chai-affogato, which they’re promoting through a series of pop-ups around the city. The most recent event was at Mikey’s location in Harlem, where they served chai ice cream with chai-spiced waffles to people who RSVP’d here. The next pop-up hasn’t been announced yet, so if you don’t want to wait, you can get the triple vanilla bean ice cream infused with chai spice mix and caramel at Kolkata’s East Village location until the end of the summer.

Rock City Pizza Co. Ani Ramen $ $ $ $ Ramen in Jersey City , New Jersey $$$$ 218 Newark Ave

Two different non-profit pop-ups - Rock City Pizza and Bang Bang Chicken - are operating out of Ani Ramen in Jersey City. They’re offering Detroit-style pizzas and Thai rotisserie chicken for takeout and delivery, with proceeds going to support frontline medical staff and displaced hospitality workers in their communities. When you order through Be Awesome Feed Somebody, you have the option to donate pizza or rotisserie chicken to frontline workers at discounted prices.

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Project Management Software

What Is Project Management Software?

Groups that need to deal with various tasks can't depend on human memory to keep them all sorted out. Furthermore, endeavoring to continue everything together in email is a formula for fiasco. To convey extends on time and inside spending plan, data should be composed down, due dates plotted, and archives shared. Colleagues should be in consistent correspondence with each other. At the point when your group needs to quit fooling around about overseeing ventures, the arrangement is to get venture administration programming.

Undertaking administration administrations are online frameworks for both working and teaming up on ventures. These constant workspaces let colleagues and outside accomplices watch out for everything about conveys an undertaking to realization. They commonly give an outline of the considerable number of activities in the pipeline, and also the low down insights about the every day work being done to propel the ventures.

The absolute best undertaking administration applications enable groups to deal with regular issues, for example, slipped due dates, via naturally rescheduling assignments that are influenced by them. They produce reports that give administrators understanding into which colleagues have excessively—or too little—deal with their plates. Many track time spent on ventures and coordinate with invoicing and charging frameworks.

The most critical thing to think about venture administration applications, rather than different sorts of work-administration applications, is that they are for ventures. That may seem like a repetition, however it's vital.

Undertakings are a particular kind of work. Activities have a begin date, an end date, and expectations. Making another plan for a site is a venture. Keeping up that site, nonetheless, is progressing work with no unmistakable start or end date. Distributing a month to month magazine is an undertaking that you finish once every month. Composing day by day content for a blog is progressing work. You could, hypothetically, deal with each blog entry as its own venture, yet in the event that the turnaround time is brisk and just a few people are included, utilizing a task administration framework could be more inconvenience than it's worth.

The sort of work that advantages from a venture administration application normally takes more than half a month to finish, and there are by and large many advances and individuals included. Is offering a house a venture? It could be.

How Project Management Apps Work

Many undertakings are overseen by a devoted venture chief, and that is genuine notwithstanding when venture administration programming is being utilized. While a venture chief may even now be the individual regulating the entire task and diverting assets as required, she or he isn't the main individual utilizing the undertaking administration application. Get into a venture administration application and you'll discover individuals cooperating to break complex activities into segment parts, to be specific turning points, undertakings, and subtasks. Representatives, contractual workers, and once in a while even customers likewise utilize the venture administration framework to share records, approve plans, log time spent on assignments, et cetera.

In a most ideal situation, each development, errand, and subtask is appointed to a particular individual and given a due date. Normally, other colleagues can see who is in charge of what, regardless of whether that individual is on track to finish it on time, and if there are any unanswered inquiries concerning the activity. That level of knowledge is imperative since it cautions individuals who are further down the arranged chain of occasions of conceivable deferrals previously they happen.

Having perceivability into each colleague's undertaking list is likewise helpful for understanding whether individuals are falling behind in light of the fact that they're exhausted. When you can see that an associate has six errand assignments all due inside the following 48 hours, it's anything but difficult to recognize the issue and redistribute the work before due dates slip. By taking a gander at a Gantt outline, for instance, a really basic element in venture administration applications, a chief can see unmistakably when representatives have excessively deal with their plates, or insufficient. It helps everybody utilize accessible assets all the more successfully.

Celoxis venture administration Gantt graph

Activities likewise ordinarily have resources, which extend from a nitty gritty portrayal of the task and its parts to a visual ridicule up. Individuals on the undertaking group all need access to these benefits, and the venture administration application turns into the focal place where they live.

Many undertaking administration arrangements incorporate storage room with the goal that your group can transfer records directly into the workspace, where everybody on the group can see them and talk about them. It's likewise basic for administrations to have a choice to interface with outsider online stockpiling administrations, for example, Box, Dropbox, Google Drive, or OneDrive, so colleagues can connection to or transfer documents to the task administration framework from the vaults they as of now utilize.

Free Project Management Tools

A couple of task administration programming frameworks have free forms, yet they are for the most part very restricted. The essential confinement is generally the quantity of activities you can oversee (think maybe a couple), albeit in some cases an administration may limit the measure of storage room you get or keep you from utilizing certain highlights.

All venture administration applications have, at any rate, a two-week free trial. At the point when a free trial has a period restrict on it, I don't consider it having a complementary plan of administration. To me, free means you get the opportunity to utilize it always with no charge, regardless of whether it is constrained.

While it's useful to experiment with programming for nothing while you're choosing whether to overhaul, most organizations, at last, will need the highlights and space designations that accompany paid records. All things considered, it's frequently useful to attempt an item for longer than two or three weeks previously choosing whether it's ideal for you, your group, and the work all of you do.

Which venture administration framework has a free form? ProofHub, Teamwork Projects, Volerro, Wrike, and Zoho Projects all do. As specified beforehand and as should be obvious from the graph above, most free forms just enable you to oversee maybe a couple ventures, with the exception of Wrike. With Wrike, the confinements are that lone five individuals can utilize the instrument, you just get 2GB of space, and you don't get sealing and endorsement apparatuses.

Free trials frequently accompany different constraints, which I've recorded in the Price segment of the entire surveys, which are connected in the table above and the in the short containers below.Collaboration Software

In spite of the fact that they may seem like a similar thing, coordinated effort programming is somewhat not the same as venture administration programming. While you do work together in an undertaking administration application, venture administration programming is something substantially more particular.

Coordinated effort programming involves various sorts of applications and administrations that handle everything from video phone calls to giving two individuals a chance to type on a record in the meantime.

Present day venture administration benefits regularly move correspondence and joint effort instruments directly into them. They may likewise give you a chance to associate with the coordinated effort applications that your group as of now utilizes, for example, Slack, HipChat, or even Google Docs.

Regardless of whether you utilize specialized devices incorporated into the venture administration application or associate with an outside one, the thought is that your group can sign into one workspace and have nearby all that they have to complete work, including an organized plan for the day, all the fundamental resources, notes from different partners, a schedule of due dates and turning points, and a place to make inquiries and discover answers. Some task administration applications even offer charging and cost devices, as well.

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