Seen & Heard: Ada Nail Salon closing

Ada Nail Salon, at 81 W. Broadway next to Pain Quotidien, is closing in the next few weeks. The gals at the front desk said the reason was the rent, but they wouldn’t quote figures. A. wrote to say they had no plans of relocating either. “It’s a shame. I’ve been seeing Gabby there for eight years. Hoping the staff all land on their feet somewhere.”

The Tritons swim team at Downtown Community Center are swimming for charity this month, trying to raise $20k for the Surfriders Foundation, which aims to keep beaches and oceans clean with a volunteer clean-up army across the globe. They are also raising money for their sister organizations in Puerto Rico – Club de Natacion de Caguas and the Asociacion Comunitaria Puerto Rico.

The kids have swum the equivalent of 87 miles in the DCC pool to raise $17,000 so far in pledges from family and friends. If you want to help them close the gap, go to their GoFundMe page.

Seems like Tribeca is a locus for the wellness market. The Times’ T Magazine did a feature on eating, shopping and spa-ing clean, arguing that New Yorkers, who generally order their snacks in slices, need a guide. Five local businesses made the list, so clearly we are doing something right downtown. For eats: Two Hands, the Australian daytime spot with the cute waiters on Church, scored a mention for its acai bowls with bee pollen (I always get the brassicas bowl, even at breakfast). And Gotan, the coffeeshop facing the Franklin Street stop on the 1, made the list for its chia puddings among other healthy breakfast options – and of course coffee. In the spa department, Shibui Spa at the Greenwich Hotel made the list as did Taryn Toomey’s The Class at 22 Park Place. And Onda Beauty got a mention for noting that all its natural products are tested on co-founder Naomi Watts.


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  1. I like Two Hands but hate that you can’t get a refill on coffee without paying for a second cup. I’d rather they charge a bit more for the menu items generally than ding me for a second cup. So I stopped going there. Maybe I’ve just become an entitled coffee drinker – spoiled by 40 years of eating in NYC diners.