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.

Tonight, join the Lower East Side Girls Club to celebrate the fact that the neighborhood isn’t the haven of crack dens and rampant crime it used to be. Tex-Mex spot Marfa will offer up an open bar from 6-8 PM (cough, did you read that!? OPEN. BAR.) with appetizers and

With all the talk about Mission Burritos and Taco Trucks, people tend to forget that Mexicans aren’t the only ones in the Mission cooking up delicious dishes from their homeland. Of course, there are a ton of Peruvian places around town these days and there’s that Venezuelan place on Valencia,

I often get mistaken for a real adult. I have an office job, I’ve lived (and not studied) abroad, I subscribe to the New Yorker!! and buy whole-grain bread and do laundry semi-regularly. To those looking in, things appear to be full steam ahead into the world of maturity and

I’m not sure if it’s because of all those terrible Brazilian restaurants in Midtown, but for some reason, whenever anyone mentions anything about going to a Brazilian restaurant, I’ll just assume it’s going to be incredibly meat-heavy, Pan-South American (as opposed to actually Brazilian), neon-lighted, and generally horrible.  UNTIL NOW.

In a city full of dive bars, KoKo Cocktails is one of those tiny hole in the wall joints that you tend to overlook unless either a) your friend who lives in the neighborhood loves it and tells you to meet there for drinks or b) you’re out in a

Whelp, guys, it’s hot out. I’m just gonna say it. I’m gonna be the Eminem of this website, givin you things you joke about with your friends inside your living room, the only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y’all and I don’t gotta