Booze
Smell the Glove at St. Jerome's
If you’re anything like me, you bought an iPod or MP3 player because you were sick of carrying CDs everywhere. Also, you probably decided that some albums weren’t worth converting to a digital format, and abandoned the albums you kept around for theme parties, guilty pleasure and attacks of nostalgia
The Pony Bar: Midtown's Beer Hero
Every so often-usually after a long day when the office drank all but half a mug’s worth of the coffee and I’m just too tired to fight–someone will convince me to go to a bar in Midtown. I will often offer to buy brown bag booze for all involved to
Get as Bombed as You Want on Sangria at Calle Ocho
Oh don’t bother with that straw. Just pour it in my mouth. New York is full of brunch-n-booze deals. It makes sense, after all – the only people who really need to get hammered again on a Sunday morning are the ones who are probably still wasted from the weekend.
Finger on the Pulse: BBQ Blowout
One of the best summer event series is coming to a close. Join Finger on the Pulse as they wrap up the summer with one of their last BBQ blowouts. Pit master this evening will be Fatty Cue, a delicious newcomer to the neighborhood that I have personally ate at
Phosphorescent and Sloane Crosley Tonight at CoCo66
As if you need an excuse to partake in CoCo66‘s fantastic $3 draft and well drink happy hour from 4-8PM, now you can count “helping kids read good and stuff” as one of them. Tonight, alt-country troubadour Phosphorescent will join best-selling author Sloane Crosley for a double-bill of entertainment (for
New Patio and Happy Hour at The Bell House
I don’t know anyone who doesn’t appreciate a good happy hour, the problem is I don’t actually get out of work til after all of them are over and then it’s back to $7 beers again. Lucky for me, one of my favorite venues is now offering a happy hour
Pete's Candy Store – Perfect All Year Round
Pete’s Candy Store has been a staple of the Williamsburg bar scene for as far back as I can remember. And that year is specifically, 2003. Any year before that is dead to me. For those who are unfamiliar, in typical Williamsburg fashion, Pete’s Candy Store was presumably, at one