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Hey Williamsburg: What The Hell Is That Place?
Have you ever walked down the street in Williamsburg, for example, and been like: what the hell is that place? Those paper mache horses in the window and unwieldy name seem to indicate that it’s an art gallery, etc etc. Most of the time the answer IS art gallery, but
Come Drink Molson at Ontario, Eh
Bar shticks are pretty easy to come up with. Basically it involves having a thought and then putting that into a bar. Skee ball, Bulgaria, and country clubs for poor people have all been done and done again. Throwing its hat into the ring is the veritable theme of America’s
Harold Night at Upright Citizen’s Brigade
Upright Citizen’s Brigade Theatre is by far the best comedy club in NYC. It kinda looks like a garage, so you don’t feel like some dude in an ill-fitting jacket is going to yell at you for not reaching the drink minimum. But more importantly, every show at UCB is
Post-weekend Detox With $1 Jamba Juice
Sometimes, on the weekends, your body can become a repository for whiskey, cigarettes, and Tombstone frozen pizzas, WHICH, good lord, I recently discovered contain a total of 80 grams of fat per pizza, if you get the pepperoni one. I am not necessarily opposed to consuming that much fat in
Underground Rebel Bingo Club Tonight
I’m always weary off things dubbed an “overseas sensation”, usually it involves Puppetry of the Penis, DragonBall Z, or other culturally confusing phenomenon. But throw “secret” on front of an event and I’m all in. Bingo has undergone a number of transformations over the years. What’s usually associated with church
Keep it classy at BAM Cafe
Sometimes, you want to feel fancy. You need a break from warm PBRs and using a paper towel to touch the bathroom doorknob from time to time, and that’s perfectly OK. Sometimes you gotta treat yourself like the classy guy/gal on the town you tell people you’ll someday be, and
Sick of the Snow? Turn it into Ice Cream!
NYC’s wintery weather is reminding me a lot of Ithaca where I went to school. Except our snow will melt sometime before April and my nosehairs don’t freeze upon leaving my apartment. Because its life is so much shorter, I very rarely hate the snow in NYC. Sure, I curse