Right now, I’m sitting at Black Sheep, drinking a surprisingly decent three-dollar glass of wine while five other two-person groups/couples (still trying to figure out if the two girls sitting across the bar are lesbians) talk quietly, and/or watch sports going on somewhere behind me.  My friend is sitting next to me, behind

To sustain any healthy relationship you have to pump love, commitment and money – lots of fucking money.  I incessantly go beyond my means when it comes to dating, which is fine, when it’s just dating.  But when the warm bowels of a relationship come calling, there’s no way around

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

Come to Franklin Park this Monday at 8pm for High Voltage, a FREE reading put on by Electric Literature.  If this is the first you’re hearing of Electric Literature, here’s their beautifully simple mission statement: Electric Literature’s mission is to use new media and innovative distribution to return the short story to

Botanica is a safe haven.  There’s no better way to describe it.  It sits like a bomb shelter on the south side of smoky Houston street, two blocks away from the undulating sea of Soho shoppers and opposite the building-size advertisements that pollute the north side of the street.  After

There are goddamn sandwiches everywhere in NYC.  Each bodega has their own interpretation of what a sandwich is.  My bodega seems to think a sandwich is slimy meat with shredded lettuce that dissolves into rusty water, and I’m pretty sure the bodega across the street uses the deli cabinet to hide drugs.

I know you’re probably having your third serving of ramen this week and laughing at the title of this article because your broke-ass and “museum membership” don’t belong in the same goddamn sentence.  I thought the same thing.  My friend was like, “oh, I’m a member” and I wanted to slap

Any seasoned broke-ass New Yorker will tell you that Chinatown is the place to save the bank.  That’s easy.  Go to Chinatown.  And then what?  Chinatown is fucking confusing.   If you walk around aimlessly looking for a restaurant then you’ll probably just end up at the restaurant with the

Within a week of moving to New York, I was dead-broke (I had a little credit but not much).  My new friendly coworkers wanted to go out drinking, so I cunningly persuaded them to trek all the way to Brooklyn to my new favorite bar, The Levee.  Upon entering they