Ah, a collegiate night on the UWS. Somewhat responsible, at that, for a while at least. Columbia is showing ‘œShake Hands with the Devil’, a documentary following a visit to Rwanda by the UN appointed general who was left powerless to intervene in the massacre of ~800,000 in 1994. I’ll

  My god barley wines have sweet names. They also pack a fucking punch. Hercules Strong Ale, 11.5% alc./volume, was the first I ever tried. The bartender said he wasn’t allowed to serve me more than two and this was on Boston’s shitty-ass Lansdowne Street where people are absolutely wasted

  I’ve mentioned Dooley’s, that toffee vodka liqueur, a number of times and I’ll mention her again: ‘œTake your ubiquitous open bars and fuck off’. That’s because this Friday I’ll be upgrading to small batch bourbon whiskey distilled right here in Nueve York. Yea, when the clock strikes 8:01 and

Second book event in a row, but don’t get used to it. I just couldn’t ignore this because The Wire is the best marathon show of all time. Before, it was 24. American’s Next Top’model, designer, whatever, doesn’t even come close and Road Rules was arguably the worst show on

  The three-martini lunch used to be a staple of any Ad man or business tycoon worth a damn.  Then, in 1976, Jimmy Carter tried to bring the smack down.  He didn’t succeed entirely, but the trend of meandering, expensed, business lunches dwindled. There was a brief revival during the

    For the past few weeks Stuart has been defending San Francisco’s Bay To Breakers, a 12k costumed, bipedal shit show, race-ish thingy celebrating freedom of expression and consumption.  So when I saw a list-ette of marathon happy hours in this week’s Time Out New York (TONY) I figured I

  Let me just say I could never live in Yonkers because just saying the name makes me think of the Phillies’ mascot Phanatic. However, despite my thoughts, fresh units in a new urban living space 66Main are being pushed at a ‘œFabulously Frugal’ Open House on March 4th.  I’m sure these