Remember being 18? Apparently while the rest of us were sneaking warm beers from our parents’ garage, comedian Liz Miele was being profiled in the New Yorker. NBD. Now, at 25, Liz’s comedy is older and wiser but still told with the relatable ease that’s been earning her attention since

Last Sunday, I was doing a typical Brooklyn-y thing to do by enjoying the neighborhood’s Open Studios weekend, which came to a halt shortly after walking around a man’s apartment while he created a “live soundtrack” by making odd sounds into a microphone. I was instantly struck by thoughts of

At the risk of sounding like an infomercial: Brooklyn Bowl really is so much more than a bowling alley. At traditional bowling allies, your only hope for karaoke or a dance party is singing along with Train, CCR, or whatever top 40/classic rock hits places like this deliver. But Brooklyn

Friends! Cheapskates! Countrymen! Lend me your ears, for good news hath fallen unto the cheapest of boroughs. Queens Restaurant Week(s) is continuing into October, ending this Thursday. For all those too lazy to have attempted this in September, let my gratuitous exclamation points inspire you!!!! Basically, anyone who expects great,

We just can’t get enough of a certain social network, can we? Not to encourage seeing that movie. It looks like an overwrought snoozefest. Anywhoozle, here are my nominations to the worst facebook status updates ever that are related in some way to New York City and its metropolitan area:

In this divided world some topics will never reach grand consensus. The proper global economic model, the definition of art, what combination of disorders and fever dreams account for Lyndon LaRouche– all oft-debated and never concluded. The biggest one of all, though, may be what constitutes the proper sandwich making

Jon Stewart recently announced he will be holding The Rally to Restore Sanity in Washington D.C. on Oct. 30. But what is he implying? That other, recent political rallies, which happened to fall on the anniversary of Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech, displayed a distinct “loss”