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Donuts Luncheonette Keeps You Coming Back
Some places lure you in with high design, a dining gimmick, or enough sangria to make your mouth go numb, and all of those are excellent reasons to be enticed to sit down and throw around some pocket change. However, some places suck you in and keep you coming back
O'Connor's: Park Slope's Classic Dive Bar
The world needs O’Connor’s more than O’Connor’s needs the world. I say this because O’Connor’s lets us believe that there are still some things worth romanticizing. How else would you describe a bar that opened in 1931 (prohibition wasn’t repealed until 1933) and who, as of a few proprietors ago,
Park Slope Gets its Groove Back with Mission Dolores Bar
Just to set the record straight. I’ve never been to San Francisco, so if you’re looking for some insightful commentary on how this bar “really draws on the West Coast” vibe, I can’t help you. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a fantastic bar. Settled on the somewhat barren strip
Cheap Sweets: French Macaroons at Almondine's
When I first went to Paris I was sixteen and in the company of a slew of other privileged, Americans of comparable age and intellect sent there for a “summer study abroad” program by our parents. There are a million things to say about that but what I will say
FREE Norah Jones Concert in Prospect Park
Last night, my friend saw a “Free Norah Jones” headline and thought, “What did Norah Jones do? Why does she need to get freed?” Then she realized that Norah had not been incarcerated, she’s just playing a free show in Prospect Park tonight. Her concert kicks off Celebrate Brooklyn, a
Win Tickets to See The Devil Makes Three at Southpaw
As you probably know, we’re big fans of The Devil Makes Three over here at Broke-Ass HQ. Previously we’ve done a band interview, ticket giveaway and hyped their FREE in-store concerts. Considering how long I’ve known these cats, I’m super proud of them. They just played on IFC’s Dinner with
Brunch at Marine's: Escape From the Strollers
Several weeks ago, I decided I wanted to venture to a brunch place that provided more options for my dirty hippie of a stomach (i.e. they serve tofu scrambles). So my BF and I naively wandered down to Fifth Avenue in Park Slope on a Saturday at 2pm. We opened