Beauty Bar had me sold as soon as I saw their black velvet walls. What’s even better is their cheap, uncrowded happy hour. But they’ve really outsmarted themselves this week: they’re combining trivia night with a spelling bee and an open bar. It’ll be like playing Cranium, but without the

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. It’s what mama always said, along with “hold doors open” and “always carry an extra sidearm.” Unfortunately, as we all strive for reinvention in this ever-swirling snafu known as life, sometimes we get a change we don’t need for the simple sake of

Desperate times call for desperate measures. We are solidly into April, ie spring, but my winter coat is still on and my skin is still an “indoor kid” shade of pale. So off I go to where a lei and drink shots that have been lit on fire even though

At first I wasn’t really sure how I would find/like a bar purposely calling itself “Nameless,” but fortunately both things turned out better than expected. That had a lot to do with the number 4. 4 is how many dollars the bar charges for a Tecate with fresh lime juice.

Allow me a second to pour on some haterade. Yelp provides a good basic service at its core, but it leads to abuses of power that drown out any actual establishments voice in its own reputation. Frankly, any star system seems pretty petty when trying to objectify an opinion, and

Bar food is always a conundrum. What was once a simple bowl of salted nuts has mutated into a demand for organic avocados and lightly-fried esoterica. It can be delicious, granted, but in a go-for-broke gimmick bar scene like the one that permeates Williamsburg it can be overwrought when all

Inspired by my fellow broke-ass Ashley’s post on “How to Feel Rich” in New York,  I recently took a friend visiting from out of town to the Bowery Hotel. Granted I’ll probably never see the inside of their opulent rooms, but I can avoid looking like a complete schlub some