Booze
Music Nerds Rejoice! Musical Bingo tonight at Berry Park
This sounds like it’s going to be a lot like the game “Music Choice Challenge” I made up when I was younger, in which I flipped through the cable music channels and challenged my friends to guess the name and/or title of the song before the info came up on
Sample Lagunitas Deliciousness at the Brazen Head
Craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer. Seems to be what any bar worth it’s salt in Brooklyn can talk about. Well, that or molecularly-complicated, organic, artisanal cocktails. But let’s not get hung up on deconstructed martinis and talk about some craft beer. There’s an explosion going
Pool Party for Mermaids at the Grace Hotel
Calling all mermaids, sea serpents and pirates: have you been on land too long? Are you waiting for the summer when you can jump back into your watery homes without getting hypthermia? Tomorrow night, you can get your fins wet at the Grace Hotel Pool Bar party. No seashell bra
t.b.d. Keeping Greenpoint Wallets Happy
t.b.d, you had me at $1 beers. You may call it it “Cheap Date Night,” but to me and my friends it is “Thank gawd I don’t have to choose between groceries and fun this week.” Every Tuesday starting at 7PM, t.b.d. screens a movie and offers up Yuenglings at
New York City Opera Act 4 Free Concerts
It’s time to ditch the long gloves, fancy dress and binoculars (well you might still need those) when it comes to going to the opera. It’s one of those highbrow things that always seemed out of reach, but with the help of L Magazine and the New York City Opera
Turkey’s Nest: Take Your Roadie and Run
There are few things easier to justify as the weather gets warmer than cozying up with a beer the size of your head and taking a little snoozer in the park. If you live in the Williamsburg area, you know what’s coming next. But for any of you out there
Do you know The Ginger Man?
Despite it being one of the largest bars I’ve ever been to in NYC–seriously, you could do cartwheels after a couple rounds (OK not really)–I ALWAYS forget about The Ginger Man until after I’ve already chosen to go to another (crappy) bar. You’d think its 66 taps and 120 bottled beers would dance