You had me at “Drunken.” Dempsey’s in the East Village is known for their Wednesday pub trivia night… and the title just makes me happy. The Drunken Smart Ass Olympics prides itself on the diverse topic range of the questions and since you can have 5 in your team, I

Botanica is a safe haven.  There’s no better way to describe it.  It sits like a bomb shelter on the south side of smoky Houston street, two blocks away from the undulating sea of Soho shoppers and opposite the building-size advertisements that pollute the north side of the street.  After

I picked today’s subject under the bold assumption that I am not the only person who thinks pasta is one of the most awesome breakfasts foods, ever, ever. Why should we wait until night time to enjoy the the post-pasta eating euphoria when we can feel that bloat-er, I mean-glow

  The good thing about class is that since you can’t buy it,  you can fake it.  It’s not like an apartment.  No un-roofied date will believe you when you say the junkie passed out on the stoop is the doorman and, ahem, his uniform is in the wash.  Or

Fug it man, tomorrow is supposed to be very nice out so while there isn’t too much in the way of news from Mug Lounge, I think it does warrant special invitation to come out tomorrow once the sun goes down to hide that lobster face.  It is also kind