Jill S.
The Party’s Still in LIC: PS1 Saturday Sessions
Among many things, PS1 is well-known for convincing Manhattanites to take the 7 train for over 10 years. You can tell something big is going on: the nervous energy on the subway platform is palpable and fingers trace the purple line on the map to count the stops. They descend
FREE Ryan Lee Crosby Show at Sidewalk Cafe on Saturday
There are enough terrible, “I wish I didn’t have ears” wish-causing covers to make me want to swear them off forever (*Cough* Passion Pit’s “Tonight, Tonight” *Cough*). Fortunately, Ryan Lee Crosby is doing his part to make the gesture credible once more. Every day in February, the Boston-based folk troubadour
Drunk Brunch Splendor at The Lovin’ Cup Cafe
Ah, the Boozy Brunch. Sometimes also known as the “Drink Until You Get Up To Go To The Bathroom And Fall A Little” Brunch. It’s one of New York City’s marvels, as we are one of the few cities in the world where we can drink without consequence of having
Free Lit Nerd Mixer Tonight at Housing Works
If you walk the gum wad-laden streets of NYC, you better get used to the slow burn of a stranger’s eye. New Yorkers STARE at each other. Sometimes it’s a concerned “Is that person yelling crazy and going to hurt me?”; other times just a pervy “I think you’re attractive
Any day is Booze Day at Bar Matchless
Yesterday, the internet went down at work and I was sent home. PJs on, cookie crumbs on my shirt and Ghostbusters on the TV, there was only one thing that dragged me from my pathetic but cozy lair: Two for Tuesdays at Bar Matchless. Dangerously, the special is from 8PM-2AM…perfectly
Skee Ball Yourself Happy at Ace Bar
Remember how much fun parties were back when you were a kid and didn’t have to pay for them? Ball pits! Ice skating! Scary singing mechanical animals at Chuck E. Cheese’s! Hanging out at game-friendly Ace Bar kind of reminds me of those carefree times, only with alcohol so it
Barbes: Paris in Park Slope
Before diving in ramble first about why you should check out live music club Barbes in Brooklyn, I want you to know there is an “accent grave” (as the Baguette-loving say) over the “e” in the name of the bar. I have tried for longer than I should admit to