Specterras Productions

Gleason’s Boxing Gym is pure New York:
part elite training ground, part community hub, part living history.

We built this with because this is where VR shines — not as spectacle, but as storytelling.
It’s one thing to watch boxing history. It’s another to feel like you’re in the ring with it.

At Specterras, we keep it simple: story first.
Tech should serve narrative — never the other way around.

Mediums evolve. Great stories endure.

What story do you think is best told through VR?

If you’ve arrived here looking for the most elevated burrito in NYC, you’ll be pointed in the right direction. Meaning “little donkey” in Spanish, the burrito, experts speculate, was named as such because, like a donkey, it contains various items or ingredients. Like vodka, the origin story of the burrito is complicated, controversial, and inconclusive. However, what isn’t inconclusive is how damn delicious the burritos at Son Del North are, so if you are in the Lower East Side, it is worth a stop, and if you are in the city, it is worth a diversion. Having spoken with the co-owners (two-time Chopped winner) and (both very kind and menschy people), it was clear that a lot of thought, planning, and culinary chops went into the conception of this eatery. We tried the Camarón Ranchero, a Sinoloan-inspired rice-free tortilla-wrapped flavor sinfonía with shrimp, pico de gallo, salsa roja, avocado, cheese, and creamy Peruvian beans that were, according to Chef Annisha, generously handed down by her unparalleled abuelita. While I love Mexican food, the output in the US is often underwhelming. is not just the antidote to passable but widely available Mexican fair; it is, without a doubt, one of the best burritos in NYC and, I dare say, the country.

Summer in NYC is a uniquely sticky, stinky, and stupefying proposition. Sure, there is the ubiquitous odor of sun-kissed miscellaneous garbage and decomposing door dash leftovers wafting in the air, the pyramidal heaps of bloated black trash bags, subway temperatures soaring to levels more appropriate for a Sky Ting yoga class, and, of course, the dank urban humidity that seems to permeate the fibers of even the most moisture-wicking fabrics. But, if you can see through the heat and occasional foul NYC summer potpourri, it is one of the best times to hop around town.

Many NYC residents travel on weekends (Long Island, Fire Island, Catskills, etc.) or work remotely during summer. Fewer tourists file along the narrow sidewalks and parks, and Midtown becomes oddly tolerable (Midtown during the high season has what some might call a prickly pedestrian problem). Restaurants like Una Pizzeria Napoletana and Tatiana are more accessible for walk-in scenarios, and Downtown has a distinctly more “local” and minimal vibe (heat keeps tourists and Westchester county daytrippers at bay).

The numerous museums offer a chilly respite from the heat. Among the many world-class museums, the Met, where these two enjoy impromptu ice cream, is not only nicely air-conditioned; it is the 4th largest museum in the world. And don’t be fooled by the crowds of people and yellow cabs by the 5th Ave entrance; there are more than 2.2 million (yes, that’s million) square feet to explore. And there is always a nook tucked away where you can feel a sense of calm and relative isolation. So, if you want to escape the balmy NYC heat, look no further than the Met, even on the weekend. And don’t forget to bounce around the city and graze at the many tasty eateries and gelaterias. What’s your favorite NYC summer maneuver?