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

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

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. 

This marks the THIRD time I’ve mentioned the Blue Owl because, well, this is also about as classy as you can get without feeling like a two-bit hack; a lowly fraud; a slimy chameleon; a really fucked-up, wart-backed, two faced (1 face toad, the other a mustachioed weasel wearing sun

Art Bar: a place I spend practically half my life in due to its proximity to the L train in the West Village, and 2-for 1 happy hour.  Apparently, it’s a West Village staple, having been around for the past 15 years,.  For me, it’s a beacon of light surrounded