The news is showing less video of oil soaked pelicans as time goes on, but the oil from the BP spill is still hurting the animals and people of the Gulf. And you’re probably thinking to yourself, “How can I help the shrimpers who can’t shrimp, the sea turtles trying

Like most people working in NYC, happy hour remains a mythical wonder mostly enjoyed by summer interns and college students. The rest of us *might* slide into the last 5 minutes of a special, panting with drops of sweat blurring our vision or what the discounted beers are, but will

Sometimes when I go to a new restaurant and try a type of food I know little about, like, say, Ethiopian, I get scared by all the weird-sounding dishes and just order THE most boring thing I can find. This is usually because I’m starving, and unwilling to risk further

Neon beer signs and red lighting reflect off a black and white checkered floor, while people trade strange stories at little tables, each individually lit by it’s own pinkish colored lamp. You scan the crowd and see a couple old drunks, tall, hot model-looking girls, guys in jackets from a

Unlike babies in bars, which people frown upon, it is sometimes okay to have dogs in bars. Especially at Luckydog, where dogs are given free rein to sit on the stools, run all around, lick your shoes, whatever. If you’re not a dog owner, this can, at first, be a little

Even if you don’t have a wad of cash in your pocket, who says you can’t enjoy a little window shopping. Fellow Broke-Ass Anna G has already clued us into stress-free sanctity that is Franklin Ave in Greenpoint, and after making a pilgrimage myself, I have to agree with her. 

Every year, I worry my Midwestern parents by telling them I am spending the entire weekend in the dank basement of a Gristedes in Chelsea, drinking cheap beer until I either run out of money or I fall asleep. I try to explain that it’s all to see stars and