Scene: You’re hungover in Harlem. You’re in the mood for breakfast – since breakfast is ALWAYS the first meal of the day, even at 5pm – while you’re dining partner is set on getting a burger. What do you do? A. Stand on a corner arguing until you faint from

You find yourself in Madison Square Park. Look, there’s the Flatiron building! How iconic, right? The park is in bloom, the water fountains are on, and how isn’t it just pastoral. Suddenly you get a strong whiff or beef and impatience, you hear buzzers and a chorus of tapping feet,

When a friend who won’t even go downstairs to the bodega to get food when he’s hungry suggests spending almost an hour on the subway to get lunch from one of his favorite restaurants in Spanish Harlem, you go. You transfer 3 times without even looking at a menu first,

Look, I’m not a selfish person. I don’t ask for much, I pay my taxes, I give the occasional financial pledge to the destitute and homeless, I hold doors open for strangers. I do good things. So grant me your understanding and spare me your judgment when I tell you

St. Nick’s is one of the true gems you’ll find in Harlem and one of the best underground places in NY (possibly the world) to see live jazz.  It takes jazz back to where it came from, small dingy dive bars with real drinkers and working class people, not the