I’m shocked no one has talked about this yet, but it’s high time we discussed drinking at home in more depth. Getting hammered in bars is all well and good, especially if you can get someone else to buy your drinks. But then you always end up owing somebody something.

Picture shamelessly stolen from http://www.boymeetsmusic.com/ Happy Monday my beautiful, sexy, hilarious rip city scumbags! If you’re one of the few PDeX’s that is unfortunate enough to be employed, chug some coffee and shake off the weekend, because it’s over now and your boss can totally tell you’re hungover and you

Andrew W.K would refer to this place as his home away from home. I’ve been to many pseudo-dive bars but Williamsburg, Brooklyn’s Trash Bar is the epitome of a dive bar. The walls are decorated in indie rock band stickers, standard definition televisions hang above the bar and Christmas lights

Hey guys! It’s Monday, and that totally sucks, but guess what? That also means it’s time for the next segment of the Scumbag’s Guide to Portland, which, depending on how you feel about it, might not totally suck that much. This week covers the letters G through L, so tune in, turn

Welcome to Never Never Land Portland: the city of food carts, strippers, ex-junkies, current junkies, bike messengers, craft beer, babes, and bars. This fantastic little real-life version of Never Never Land is both beautiful and charming, though sometimes it’s not hard to see why the kids drinking 40s mid-afternoon in San Francisco’s Dolores Park

Are you a broke-ass? Are you a guy? Do you love women dancing around in bikinis? If you answered “yes” to all three questions, then you have to– no– you must visit 21 Bar in Washington Heights. I remember being 21 years-old and being denied entrance into this place. I

With the weather beginning to hit the early stages of “holy shit, it’s hot,” it’s about that time of year when love is in the air, flowers are starting to bloom and the beer gardens are opening their doors again. The beer garden: it’s the alcoholic’s best friend. There’s nothing