One of the ways in which I pretend like I’m rich, or just forget that I’m living in a constant looming threat of homelessness, is by eating shellfish. That’s right, shellfish. Mussels are the perfect way to pretend like you’re eating a full meal when you’re actually just eating a

I almost don’t want to write about Lou’s Cafe because the more people who know about it, the more people will check it out and inevitably come back again and again — that’s how good the sandwiches are.  But then I thought about the fact that Lou’s is in the

I usually measure my wealth and success in tacos. Like, I’ll buy a disappointing sandwich for $6 and then say, “I could’ve gotten at least three tacos for that.” This week (even though I don’t eat meat), I’m going to start measuring my wealth in chicken wings. Why? Croxley Ales

If you’re hanging around the city this holiday season, you may be tempted to park yourself on a lonely bar stool and drink a year’s worth of sorrows away.  While I support that in theory, I must insist that alcohol is best served with friends (or surrogate friends as it

I write this post from the comfort of my parents’ couch. Later on today, I’m planning to do some baking and dirty up as many dishes as possible just because they have a dishwasher. But if you’re sticking around NYC for the holiday weekend, making a giant mess in your

Today is Christmas, and I’m planning on spending the afternoon cooking and baking with my family before settling down for Christmas dinner and a movie in front of the fire.  Regardless of your cultural affiliation with the holiday, there’s never a bad time to be baking in the wintertime, so

Somewhere along the line, the folks over at Brooklyn Bowl recognized the Jew’s Christmas hardship. On a day where evergreens and messianic mangers dominate, its easy for the non-Christmas-celebrating-few to feel a bit left out. Which is why Brooklyn’s favorite bowling alley last year launched Matzah Bowl, a winning combination

The Christmas countdown is getting intense — only three more days until I get to sit nervously around a table with 20 relatives and their annoying kids, wondering if my sister will spill a full glass of red wine on my cream-colored dress again (true story) or my boyfriend will