In the interest of full disclosure, I’ll admit that I’m often wary of hot food bars – there’s all the people, the open air food, the fact that everything looks great but there’s a 90% chance it doesn’t taste that way – let’s face it, the buffet is always a

So you’re in midtown. Whoops. Perhaps you need some crazy diamonds, or you’re praying to some pagan god for discount Book of Mormon tickets, or you just took a wrong turn in Hell’s Kitchen. No matter what way you slice it, the homogeneity of the landscape is dulling to the

It’s Springtime in San Francisco, which means it’s time to put your phone on silent for a while and step out into our fair city to sing, eat, and play with the wonderful people and programming on offer. Whether in the flesh or on a live stream, the journalists and

Goodbye cobble stones and leather daddies, hello Midtown! I was less than enthused when I found out my office was moving from Chelsea to Midtown in the next few months. Sure I had a hike from any subway stop but at least I was an area where buildings didn’t block

When I was working on my NYC book, a cat named Wade dropped some info on me about some of the strange and unknown things in New York. One of them was that there are seven secrets about Grand Central Station. He had seen a TV program about them, but

In case you too have the “Salute Your Shorts” theme song running through your head at any given moment, and used to get up in the middle of the night to watch old TV shows like “The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis” and “Mister Ed” on TV Land while eating

Spring is coming, and after spring comes summer, and that means you will be starting to hit up parks in NYC. A whole list of posts could be devoted to the ongoing entertainment programs you can expect from each concrete and dirt patch we call “parks” in this city, but

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again- Midtown is a wasteland. Entire theses can be written to describe why it’s a soul-sucking experience to trek along 34th St and 57th St between Lexington Ave and 8th Ave. However, like in most examples of blight, some philanthropic souls see fit

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