If you walk down Manhattan Ave to the corner of Huron St, you’ll find the cheap and vastly popular Mexican restaurant, Papacito’s. It’s a great establishment… outdoor seating… movies in the backyard on summer Sunday nights… margarita pitchers and buckets of tecate… plus some of the best taco’s in Brooklyn.

Truly, could there be something more pretentious than a battle of the literary types? Yeah, I can’t think of anything either. So in a way, witnessing one would sort of be like seeing… I don’t know… something that’s equally representative of such a special mindset. I guess it would be

Dickens might have described my younger self as “a young gentleman with the particular misfortune of having been born bereft of any expectations at all.” On the other hand, all of my friends would have garnered expectations up the wazoo. You see, I grew up with rich kids and while

This is going to be so incredibly hot. Like the hottest way ever conceived to usher in the chilly fall. And it’s going to involve sculpture and Kate Bush It’s the LIC Block Party. This Saturday (the 8th). From Noon to 5pm. Organized by Long Island City’s very own SculptureCenter, a

Every two-bit shrink and dime-store guru in town likes to harp on about how you need to “forgive yourself,” “embrace your inner worth,” or “let go of your guilt.” Years ago, some genius figured out that people would pay him a fortune to hear him say that behaving like a

Life is intense. The sun is always too bright. The streets are always too dirty. Your friends are always too dull. Your girlfriend is always wearing those horrible pants you hate. At some point over the past million years or so of facing these realities, Man thought to himself: “Why

It’s like a Battle of the Bands, except not totally lame and terrible. No spiked hair with red tips. No inter-song banter involving erections or silly hats/ironic t-shirts. And most importantly, no puerile attempts at rap-rock. Oh yeah and there’s no music either, so that’s cool. Instead, the art gallery