The concept behind a bar is a pretty simple one, so it’s always surprising how so many establishments manage to suck at it. It’s a rare thing when a place manages to combine all the right elements into the perfect drinking spot. Heather’s Bar in the East Village has been

FEED THE REVOLUTION ¡Holy frijoles! ¡Ay chihuahua! ¡Good God of guacamole! ¡Uh, cool! Flacos Tacos in South Berkeley made me wanna shout all of those things when I learned about their tasty, home made dishes and amazing specials. Flacos occupies the little stone hut that was once home to Ital

I swear, I don’t even know why I look at yelp reviews sometimes, or just comments of anything in general, because there’s always some troll or someone that has SOME problem with SOMETHING. ALWAYS. I’ve even found bad reviews on Trip Advisor for the fucking Four Seasons. Like, REALLY guys?

Muguboka has everything I look for in a Korean restaurant. When I first picked up the menu, I was like, “Wait, why is this bibimbap $20?” Then, after I ordered it anyway, my waitress brought out a huge assortment of complimentary starters including kimchee, bean sprouts, anchovies, and literally at

A funny pattern has popped up in my life for the last couple of New Years. About a month into January, a lot of people I know get engaged. I’m not sure if this is because they’re getting knocked up in a holiday eggnog fog or if proposing when the

If someone’s going to coax me into traipsing through the streets of Little Saigon, sidestepping crack pies and used condoms, they better be taking me somewhere worth it. Enter: happy hour at Olive. From 5-7pm, you can munch on artisan pizzas for $8, as well as stuff like pomme frites,

I end up writing about a bunch of events at the Bell House, because they always have great stuff like taxidermy contests and oil spill benefit concerts. But in all of these posts, I’ve failed to talk about how much ass The Bell House kicks. It’s tucked away in a

As I said a while ago, bars named after their owners are more often than not the best dive bars. After much deliberation and cheap beers, I’ve decided that Sharlene’s Bar is the best self-named dive bar in all of Brooklyn. First off, the drinks are pretty cheap. The beers