The love story of a boy, some cheese fries and an Afghani man named Abdul…well more or less.

When I first discovered this place, I told Paul about how I found this amazing little gem of a dive bar in the West Village that would be perfect for the book. When he asked me the name of it, and I told him it was the Corner Bistro, he

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

Ah yes, the Polish Hot Loaf. This illusive Greenpoint special can only be gotten from roughly 10pm-2am, and requires patience and adherence to the rules. You must wait until the roller door is half open and then knock three times, peek your little head under it, and ask for a

Bus terminals in any city are always special places. They are crossroads for all the grifters, drifters, deviants, dead beats and drug addled zombies who circulate through this country, from city to city, doing whatever the fuck it is that they do. The Port Authority Bus Terminal (PABT) runs with

This originally appeared in Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York The single most impressive thing about Dave’s Tavern is that every night one of the regulars gets 86’d.  It must have been me and Paul’s lucky night because we saw two of them get the boot. The

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit…probably not.