Hi GUYS! It’s been a second. Sorry about the delayed finale to this series, but I’ve been travelling/hungover most days in the past month and I just really didn’t feel like doling out recommendations to you because there’s a part of me that thinks maybe I should clean up my act and calm down and put a halt to this raucous, unstable, indulgent, satanic party of a lifestyle.

Visitors, even natives, to the city are constantly searching for the right place for special occasions. Where’s the perfect lighting for a proposal? Which brunch restaurant have children’s menus? Can I get a birthday reservation at that Indian restaurant for Saturday?

Though Sue Smith’s case on Brokelyn for being a server in New York restaurants was pretty on the money, I’d argue that sometimes, having a low-status office job can have its advantages as well– especially if you’re a freelance writer who hates physical activity and kids and cleaning gross things

The other weekend I attended the most drunken brunch I’ve possibly ever been to– or if not the drunkest, the most booze consumed at one brunch. There is one place responsible for this. Namely, Le Comptoir in Williamsburg, which is luckily within stumbling distance from pretty much anywhere in that

What is this, the New York Post? Amirite? Anywho, Kiley has already named La Superior as one of her fave BYOB spots, but I just wanted to expand on just how delicious this place is. As many of my friends love to point out, I’m always criticizing Mexican places in

Anthony Bourdain is the kind of chef/TV show personality who will show you the Montana hotel room where a former director went on a coke and shooting binge, and then go downstairs to tell you about the buffalo meat something he’s eating. Then other nights he ends up in the

I’ve been waiting tables off and on for about 10 years, and I spent my first year in Brooklyn waiting tables at a diner in Park Slope. It was a fantastic cultural introduction to New York. When a lady ordered an egg cream, I had to go ask the other