I took a belly dance class in college, mainly because of my professor’s insistence and partially because of my love of shiny fabric. I was terrified at first, the only dance I’d taken was jazz in the seventh grade. My fears were assuaged after the first class. Contrary to the

So this is fucking weird.  And it makes me feel really old.  The very first ‘club” I was ever “up in” in my life has become a sort of haute-bourgeois foodie mecca and it opens this weekend.  The first place I ever saw real live drag queens and heard real

When my friend and I went to Copenhagen, the glowing red sign for the Museum Erotica became our landmark. Whenever we were lost, we used it to figure out which direction to go. New York’s Museum of Sex hasn’t become a compass for me, but it’s the best place to

I’m gonna throw a word atcha: Cheddar.   I’m gonna throw another two words atcha: Bay Biscuits. If you’ve ever been to Red Lobster in your life, you know about the Cheddar Bay Biscuits.  These biscuits are possibly the greatest thing ever invented and though they’re a free item, technically

Unleash your crazy naughty side and celebrate the trickster spirit of Guede in a special Haitian dance class with phenomenal teacher Julio Jean. Show up dressed in white, purple or black to enhance the experience.

There used to be a place on Allen near Delancey that was simply called Fried Dumpling. It was a great place where you could get five pretty tasty dumplings for one meager dollar. (Note to West Coast folk visiting NYC: “chinese dumpling” is East Coast for the food you are

Take a minute to sing “One of these thing is not like the others” (or watch Cookie Monster sing it) while you try to figure out which of these things that just doesn’t belong: John Cleese, The Grapes of Wrath, Hewlett Packard, The Wizard of Oz, the La Guardia Airport