Booze
Broke-Ass Happy Hour: 2 for 1 Drinks, I Bartend
Mmmmm. Look at that classy bar…too bad Mug Lounge gave me the green light to guest bartend tonight during their lame-duck happy hour. Last time I was behind the bar an owner vocally disapproved my first three mixed drinks because they lacked the non-alcoholic component. Apparently it isn’t good for
Brine On, You Crazy Diamond!
Two truths are that everybody loves oysters (everyone cool, that is) and that oysters are generally prohibitively expensive. Unless you’re dating the shucker at Aquagrill or Blue Ribbon, oysters are a special occasion splurge or a last ditch attempt to get a date to stop texting and pay attention. Until
Heavy Petting Human Zoo
I went to a Rangers game the other night and was transported back to my childhood in Maine, where we would get up before sunrise for morning practices and occasionally make the drive to Portland to watch the Maine Mariners, now the Portland Pirates, our state’s National Hockey League farm
Lightning Happy Hour at The Skinny
The weekly Wednesday night party “Rock n’ Roll High” at the Skinny jumps off tonight at 10 pm, but really starts with free vodka from 11:00 – 11:30pm. Music skews fun with every damn blog and event posting referring to Chuck Berry, The Ramones, and anything in between that’ll make
Make Some Memes
Last night’s free lecture was pretty sweet, and not just because professor Patrick Gannon had a delivery like Kids in the Hall’s Kevin McDonald. He showed us some gross anatomical brain asymmetries consistent in humans, chimps, and gorillas in the ‘œcomprehension’ brain regions before propelling into more subtle asymmetries in
Pint Exchange – Give Blood, Get Beer
Like organizations that use anime-eyed children in fundraising campaigns, Brooklyn brewer Kelso is using something we have a powerful weakness for – free beer – to leverage positive impact. For the rest of this month they are offering a ‘œPint for Pint’ program whereby you can present an official declaration
We Be Bartending Wednesday at Habibi
An ideal guest bartender is one with previous experience, charisma, and a rolodex of big spenders and social butterflies who are ‘œthe life of the party’. My college nickname was Tallie McShitty, but thanks to desperate bar owners, the prohibitive criterion have evaporated and I’ll be behind the bar with