Poppy’s is a hidden classic. It’s the type of old school spot that reminds me of pre-Giuliani New York; it looks as if he forgot to send his gentrification goons to this gritty block. I get giddy when I find places this hot. A signed photo of Steve Buscemi
When I was working on my NYC book, a cat named Wade dropped some info on me about some of the strange and unknown things in New York. One of them was that there are seven secrets about Grand Central Station. He had seen a TV program about them, but
The love story of a boy, some cheese fries and an Afghani man named Abdul…well more or less.
Oh Kenka…Kenka…Kenka…Kenka. You are one of the weirdest fucking places I’ve ever eaten in my entire life and for that, I salute you. I’m literally sitting here in front of my computer trying to find the proper words with which to describe you and the only thing that keeps popping
Laura’s post about karaoke spots in NYC totally inspired me to post this excerpt from my book. Winnie’s is Amazing!! With $5 Budweisers, this place goes against one of the basic tenets of Broke-Assdom, that the cheapest beer in a place should cost no more than $4. But in extreme
When I first discovered this place, I told Paul about how I found this amazing little gem of a dive bar in the West Village that would be perfect for the book. When he asked me the name of it, and I told him it was the Corner Bistro, he
While the original use for this huge bar was a paint factory, the only things currently being produced here are very drunk people. With the exception of me that is. Every time I come here I’m already too drunk. In fact, the first time I was here was when