If you walk the gum wad-laden streets of NYC, you better get used to the slow burn of a stranger’s eye. New Yorkers STARE at each other. Sometimes it’s a concerned “Is that person yelling crazy and going to hurt me?”; other times just a pervy “I think you’re attractive

Before diving in ramble first about why you should check out live music club Barbes in Brooklyn, I want you to know there is an “accent grave” (as the Baguette-loving say) over the “e” in the name of the bar. I have tried for longer than I should admit to