As you probably know, we’re big fans of The Devil Makes Three over here at Broke-Ass HQ.  Previously we’ve done a band interview, ticket giveaway and hyped their FREE in-store concerts.  Considering how long I’ve known these cats, I’m super proud of them.  They just played on IFC’s Dinner with

Several weeks ago, I decided I wanted to venture to a brunch place that provided more options for my dirty hippie of a stomach (i.e. they serve tofu scrambles). So my BF and I naively wandered down to Fifth Avenue in Park Slope on a Saturday at 2pm. We opened

Step into a world of adventure with the 2023 SF Wine Passport! There’s no better way to explore San Francisco than to literally drink it in. You get 2-for-1 glasses of wine at 23 of SF’s finest locally owned bars and restaurants for only $39.95! It honestly doesn’t get much better than that. And after the

Today is a special day.  Cuatro de Mayo: the day before Cinco de Mayo.   We celebrate Cinco de Mayo because on that day in 1862 the Mexican army (against all odds) reigned victorious over French forces at the Battle of Puebla.  Bit of trivia for you:  Since that battle, no

Now that the weather is finally cooperating it’s time to slip on something revealing and finally expose your pallid extremities to some actual sunlight. Because let’s face it, pasty skin only sparkles in teen bop vampire movies. Lucky for you, this city is experiencing an influx of outdoor markets on

This is an excerpt from my NYC book Visiting the Brooklyn Superhero Supply Co. suddenly cheapened my entire childhood experience. Before that moment, I had thought that tying my blankey around my neck when I was a five year old and pretending I was Superman was cute and imaginative; now

While it may not be blue skies this Sunday, you think a little rain and an uptown subway ride is gonna get in your way of a free BBQ? The lovely folks at WBAR, Barnard College’s resident radio station,  are hosting their annual concert and BBQ with some great acts

For the most part, I think all people have the ability to be crafty. I mean, we all survive elementary school and figured out how to glue pasta onto things. But there is the rare individual who will wind up gluing their fingers together with a glue gun, licking the

Five people were in the bar when Paul and I walked in around midnight. One of them was a bartender in her late 50s/early 60s who was missing a few teeth, while the other four were shitfaced, chubby, middle aged and dancing to disco music emanating from the jukebox. Neither