Unfortunately my wine tasting palette is limited to the descriptors “winalicious” and “alcoholey”–aka don’t take me to nice things–but for some reason I can lay down like a motherf*cker when it comes to beer. Which is why I am obsessed with the weekly tastings at Jimmy’s No. 43. For $10,

Allow me a second to pour on some haterade. Yelp provides a good basic service at its core, but it leads to abuses of power that drown out any actual establishments voice in its own reputation. Frankly, any star system seems pretty petty when trying to objectify an opinion, and

I’ve got some awesome news! We received a grant from the Civic Joy Fund to put out a literary magazine celebrating SF and acting to counter the stupid “Doom Loop” narrative. It’s a gift to the people of San Francisco. And after months of working on this project it’s now available

This originally appeared in Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York. Oh Kenka…Kenka…Kenka…Kenka. You are one of the weirdest fucking places I’ve ever eaten in my entire life and for that, I salute you. I’m literally sitting here in front of my computer trying to find the proper

I picked today’s subject under the bold assumption that I am not the only person who thinks pasta is one of the most awesome breakfasts foods, ever, ever. Why should we wait until night time to enjoy the the post-pasta eating euphoria when we can feel that bloat-er, I mean-glow

Although my Ohio State “I bleed scarlet and gray maaan” allegiance should keep me from ever so much as walking on the same side of the street of a bar known as my rival Michigan hang-out, I cannot resist the siren call of good nachos. And Professor Thom’s has the

After much thought, I have decided that when I die I would like my casket to be filled with the cereal milk soft serve from Momofuku’s Milk Bar, similar to how the ancient Egyptians were buried with treasures to take with them into the after life. This Corn Flake-flavored goo

New York City is a heck of a town. Some say because of its countless cultural offerings or interesting people, I say because it has restaurants entirely devoted to piles of beautiful, brown roast beef. This Little Piggy Had Roast Beef is exactly that restaurant, and for about a year

There are enough terrible, “I wish I didn’t have ears” wish-causing covers to make me want to swear them off forever (*Cough* Passion Pit’s “Tonight, Tonight” *Cough*). Fortunately, Ryan Lee Crosby is doing his part to make the gesture credible once more. Every day in February, the Boston-based folk troubadour