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| Lauren Bloomberg |
| Miss Lily's beef patty is tempting, but stick to the juice. |
There was a time when juicing was associated with pumped-up dudes on steroids, muscles oozing out of their tank tops and veins popping out of their foreheads. Sammy Sosa. The Jersey Shore. Not anymore. With the prevalence of juice fasts, and bottles of green liquid replacing the ubiquitous giant coffee cups, the term has taken on a whole new meaning.
There are many options for getting your liquid fix. Whether it's a stop at one of the many Organic Avenue outposts or the Juice Press, or One Lucky Duck, the list goes on and on. But if you want your juice created by a guy with a serious cult following, you'll have to head over to the brand-spanking-new Miss Lily's-adjacent juice bar,
Melvin's Juice Box, on Houston Street.
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