The concept behind a bar is a pretty simple one, so it’s always surprising how so many establishments manage to suck at it. It’s a rare thing when a place manages to combine all the right elements into the perfect drinking spot. Heather’s Bar in the East Village has been

I swear, I don’t even know why I look at yelp reviews sometimes, or just comments of anything in general, because there’s always some troll or someone that has SOME problem with SOMETHING. ALWAYS. I’ve even found bad reviews on Trip Advisor for the fucking Four Seasons. Like, REALLY guys?

I end up writing about a bunch of events at the Bell House, because they always have great stuff like taxidermy contests and oil spill benefit concerts. But in all of these posts, I’ve failed to talk about how much ass The Bell House kicks. It’s tucked away in a

As I said a while ago, bars named after their owners are more often than not the best dive bars. After much deliberation and cheap beers, I’ve decided that Sharlene’s Bar is the best self-named dive bar in all of Brooklyn. First off, the drinks are pretty cheap. The beers

All You Can Eat. Those words bring up a lot of connotations, not all of them good. For some, they’re a challenge. For others, they mean a dump truck’s worth of mediocre food. For others still, they induce Vegas flashbacks. Well, my weary gamblers and skeptics, I come armed with

So, I’m getting ready to take a quick breather from NYC. I should probably spend my last days enjoying my favorite places and people before I go, but instead find myself at two locations: my bed and Mug’s Alehouse. The first because I am about to spend 3 weeks staying

Walk into a Barnes and Noble and what do you smell? Cheap wood, burnt coffee, and the embossed plastic off the newest Dan Brown hardcover. Hardly a festival for the senses, in my humble opinion, no matter what deals they may have on the oeuvre of Carl Hiaasen. For my