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I Finally Met The Amuse Bouche Guy and So Can You
I finally came across the Amuse Bouche Guy that Allan keeps talking about on Mission Mission. Along with the Creme Brulee Guy, and the Magic Curry Kart, the Amuse Bouche Guy seems to represent that good old American spirit of making something out of nothing. Except he’s French, not American.
FREE MoMA, Earth Fair at Grand Central, Natalie Portman
I have a bad taste in my mouth from last night, which I’ve narrowed down to extra durrrty martinis or the two double cheeseburgers I ate at 3 am at the Delancey/Essex McDonald’s where a drunk dude in a blazer almost got socked by the on duty Wo-manager for taking
Broke-Ass Porn: Vintage Smut
Titillation from yesteryear, my friends. The days when Sodom by the Bay was known for its everyman’s mud and brew. Crisp, dry, cool and golden joy juice flowing like a geyser on the slopes of Potrero. Enchanting neon goblet! Like that “soft glow of electric sex” Jean Shepard wrote of. Where
Benjamin Bratt finally does something well — “La Mission” premieres tonight at the Castro Theatre
The San Francisco International Film Festival is one of the city’s great claims to fame. Known as the first of its kind in the nation, many films from overseas get their first premiere on our shores. Pretty exciting shit, since we are the first to see some fairly amazing films before
Gansevoort Rooftop and Adidas Party Giftbags
I’ve spent the past few days neglecting your pickled livers with posts about filmmakers, workshops, and literary panels so I guess I need to reel some of you back with a bucket of chum and a dash of glam. The problem is, I’m finding free a little hard to track
Spike Lee at SOHO Apple Store: Re-cap and Advice for Natalie Portman et al.
Yesterday was Earth Day and I didn’t do anything beyond breathe some oxygen and fertilize some porcelain. Well, that isn’t entirely true. First, there is no way that toilet was porcelain and second, I went to see Spike Lee speak at the SOHO Apple Store, which i DID tell you
Darbar Grill: Upscale Indian with FREE appetizers and drink specials
The good thing about class is that since you can’t buy it, you can fake it. It’s not like an apartment. No un-roofied date will believe you when you say the junkie passed out on the stoop is the doorman and, ahem, his uniform is in the wash. Or
