I totally respect anyone who decides to name a bar after themselves, and the self-named bars are almost always the best. Jimmy’s Corner in Manhattan, Sharlene’s in Prospect Heights, and now there’s Matt Torrey’s in Williamsburg. Not that you can see the name on the building. It’s only marking is

The first thing that comes to mind when thinking about this bar is: “Whoa man, you’ve changed”.  So the bad news is, it’s not as cozy and secret-y as it once was in say, 2006.  But, really, the whole faux speakeasy thing has really been over for quite a while. 

Step into a world of adventure with the San Francisco Beer Passport. There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. This passport is amazing! Each one contains 27 coupons to buy one beer, get a second beer FREE at 27 of the finest locally

Dating Mistake Numero Uno: Spending the better part of a paycheck when you’re not even sure  he or she is gonna put out. Seriously. If you just dropped a few hundred dollars to impress someone and they don’t so much as feel you up through your clothes, it was a

Ever taken a ride on the Rank Express? If you’re a New Yorker, you have. It’s the one car on seemingly every subway train (usually toward the end) that doesn’t have air conditioning. And it’s always a surprise, isn’t it? There you are on the platform, sweatin’ like a whore

While The North Face, Coleman and Kelty make some quality tents and sleeping bags, none of them make a sleeping bag that you can wear like a jumpsuit. But Alite Designs came to the rescue with their “Sexy Hotness” sleeping bag with zip apart legs, so you can wrap yourself

Glinda arrived via bubbles. Bert and Ernie got groovy (when the cameras stopped rolling, of course) with a bath full of bubbles. And the late Michael Jackson used to wear Bubbles like a backpack. (Yeah, I know one of those is not like the others, but this isn’t the SATs.

If there’s one thing that’s true about New Yorkers, it’s that we’re resourceful. It’s not easy living in this city – and it’s sure as hell not a cake walk trying to make ends meet. The ever-escalating cost of rent, food and public transportation is killer. And those are just

“New York was his town and it always would be…”  I’ve always wanted to read that fictional novel by Isac Davis (Manhattan, Woody Allen, 1979), because you know what I can’t get enough of?  Talking and thinking about New York City.  Now’s the season (when it’s not blindingly hot and