Right now, I’m sitting at Black Sheep, drinking a surprisingly decent three-dollar glass of wine while five other two-person groups/couples (still trying to figure out if the two girls sitting across the bar are lesbians) talk quietly, and/or watch sports going on somewhere behind me.  My friend is sitting next to me, behind

Soul II soul is a bar I’ve been going to for years. Back when I used to live off the Gates stop, it was a place I went on my way home. I knew the the door man, Jimmy; I knew the owner, Easy, who would sit at the end

LP and Harmony has everything a good bar needs, and then some. Not only do they have a good jukebox, two nice pool tables and cheap booze, but they also have a backyard and poker tables. On Fridays poker is played throughout the day with a $40 buy in, and

Today marks the 22nd day of the Wall St. occupation and, going there for the first time last Sunday, my third thought after watching a girl get her bike sawed in half by the cops for standing on the sidewalk with it was, ‘Where is the local pub where people

Within a week of moving to New York, I was dead-broke  (I had a little credit but not much).  My new friendly coworkers wanted to go out drinking, so I cunningly persuaded them to trek all the way to Brooklyn to my new favorite bar, The Levee.  Upon entering they

Now that the International Bar has closed its backyard for construction, I’ve been trying to find another dive in the East Village where I may be able to smoke my cigarettes and drink my whiskey and sodas leisurely. And luckily I found that dive only two blocks down 1st Ave.

Ruby’s Lounge has the best fuckin’ frozen margaritas in NYC! A bold statement, I know, and trust me, it doesn’t matter what you order here, you’re gonna get the goddamn frozen margarita anyway! How do you feel about that? The first time I went there with my gal, she ordered