drinking
Entertaining for the Poor as F*ck: Doing Memorial Day Cheap as F*ck!
Murica! Did you know that most people don’t know the difference between Memorial Day and Veterans Day? Including your author? Memorial Day honors the men and women who died for our country. Veterans Day celebrates all service men and women, living and otherwise (dead, Marissa. Say “dead”). Got that straight?
Entertaining for the Poor as F**K: Broke-o de Mayo
I love a reason to drink. Antioxidants? Pour me another glass of Pinot. Whiskey prevents cancer? ‘Scuse me while I finish this Jameson smoothie. Your wife left you? What a bitch. Let’s make sangria (I make great sangria). Having a reason to drink is part of what makes America great
How to Not Murder Yourself in Portland This Winter
Like most people that live in Portland right now, you’re probably thinking something along the lines of “the sky is grey, everything is grey, the choices I make get perpetually worse every year, my life is going nowhere, I want to die, is there someone available to take care of
How to Build Your Home Bar – Part I: Bar Basics
I’m shocked no one has talked about this yet, but it’s high time we discussed drinking at home in more depth. Getting hammered in bars is all well and good, especially if you can get someone else to buy your drinks. But then you always end up owing somebody something.
Keg & Lantern: The Happiest Hour There Is
Keg & Lantern was born a poor black child. Just kidding, sorry, I swear I’m not an asshole attempting to make a bad The Jerk joke (yes I am). Anyhow, Keg & Lantern is a totally decent pub/sports-type place that has truly superior pub food AND the best happy hour
FREE Tours at Chelsea Brewery
Do you ever look into your frosty alcoholic beverage and think: What makes you so delicious, beer? How do you taste so good? Then, do you ever think: Why do I want ten more of you? Now it is possible to get answers to the first two and more (the
The Patriot Saloon– $6 PBR Pitchers and a Whole Lotta Drunk
One evening, after arriving to go to what was promised to be a very rare and awesome party in the otherwise-barren nightlife wasteland that is downtown NYC, I found myself with a bunch of dudes, semi-stranded after the cops shut down the said awesome 5-story (allegedly clandestine) dance party. Thinking