When you get off the L or M train at Myrtle / Wycoff there are taquerias all over, so many in fact that the street has been coined “Quesadilla Avenue”. But the best, the very best in my opinion, is the food cart right outside of the train station. There

People either love or hate this dive, but who could blame them? Known for bitchy bartenders, crowds of college kids, and disgusting bathrooms, there’s a lot of reason to hate the place. But with drink Combos like the Dirty Hipster (PBR and Shot of Jagermeister) or The Dude (an IPA

As I stare at this blank screen and think about what I should write on the Blarney Stone, I seem to be at a loss. Not because I can’t rifle off a dozen stories about the place, but because this spot is almost too good for words. I mean, what

During sunsets, when tourists are in town, when you find yourself wanting something more, when you just want to drink on public transportation legally, there is a boat in the distance following the ray of light that trials along the water from Manhattan to Staten Island. My friend, that is

My friend Matt showed me this restaurant a few years ago, back when I was really broke. That means, basically, living in a crawl space, surviving off food stamps and having little to no spending money. But the poor still need a few quality pastimes. For example: going to the

Boiler Room, disco ball of my night, fire of my liver. My Sin, my soul. Boi-ler Rooooom: the way the lips slightly part as the last syllable escapes the mouth and puckers as the “m” oozes from the back of the throat. Boi. Ler. Rooooom. This is one of my

Are you tired of electronica, metal, hip-hop, free jazz, bebop, noise music, classic rock, indie-rock, and everything else that mankind has created after the end of prohibition? Are you so tired of society, technology and the future that you don’t have a cell phone? Do you write on a typewriter,