Hallelujah,  it has stopped raining, for now.  I was out in the LES last night with Stuart and Anna and the weather dampened the Drinko de Cinco spirits.  Bars were pretty barren, like Ukranian women who lived near Chernobyl.  But, on my walk home in the pouring rain there was

If you actually follow the website and do some things we write about, today should give a clear impression on the trajectory of your life.   Don’t worry, our analytic software can’t read your decision. We’re working on it, but just can’t seem to get the the cd out of its

As we wait with anticipation for the seemingly never-ending rain to stop, and reminisce about the 80 degree weather, here are a couple of bars to keep in mind for when things get back to normal.  I didn’t mention Union pool because I’m pretty sure everyone knows about that amazing

Roller derby is like a petroleum-free Nascar race held in Punta Del Este: the crowd is there to see wrecks and girls.   Here is a blurb from the film’s website: “Hell on Wheels is the ass kicking documentary film telling the story of a group of Texas women who

I love it when companies promote their products by giving them away for free; even better if they partner with other companies that produce a complimentary product.  Yea, like you’re going to win MY brand loyalty.  I haven’t had a Snapple in ages, but I will this week, before returning

If you’ve chosen a secular holiday that celebrates the accomplishments of the labour movement over Derby debauchery, you are a better person than I, and should thusly be rewarded with free drink and board. For that, check out Brouwerij Lane in Brooklyn.  There won’t be any horse, but some people

Starting May 1st (TODAY, people!), and closing May 28th, Refinery 29 is setting up a Pop-Up Shop (aka a campaign called Save Fashion) at the, errr,  Port Authority Bus Terminal.  Though the aim is obviously to stimulate buying fashion within the financial crisis, the official word is that it is

In 1970,  Scanlans ran a the first piece of Gonzo jouralism about the Kentucky Derby titled “Decadent and Depraved” by Hunter S. Thompson.  Even when I read it a few years ago, the strange mixture of the crowd’s high society posturing and lewd, whiskey swilling conduct made a powerful impression.