I eat fish a lot – a lot – because I am a fitness-conscious person who is interested in things like healthy fats and keeping my thighs to a minimum. But I’ll be the first to admit I, rather shamefully, don’t know much about the species of fish that I

Things I like: drinking, drinking outside, drinking on the cheap, drinking with fellow-minded attractive single people. I tend to prefer bars where all of the above can happen, but finding a comfortable in-between is difficult. Usually bars that are super cheap are also lacking in atmosphere (which is, fine, whatever,

I found myself in Ikea the other day, on the hunt for light bulbs and free air conditioning. That place is hellhole ‘“ despite temperatures that nearly qualify it as a blast freezer ‘“ because of its roving clusters of flustered parents with screaming children and its goddamn monopoly on

I am passionate about many and varied things, but they all essentially boil down to one of the following: food, booze, sex or culture. It’s especially nice when one thing covers two or more of those categories. I get to kill a few birds with one stone, perhaps, and still

I used to live right around the corner from Brooklyn Flea‘s Saturday location (at the corner of Vanderbilt St. & Lafayette St.), and let me tell you – it is a marvel that I am still svelte. In fact, it is a marvel that any of the vendors there manage

Ah, summer in the city. Nearly-naked commutes. Hydrant fountains. Cooling centers. That unidentifiable stench! And the heat. Oh, the heat. Even though I woke up sweating, I wouldn’t trade my NYC summers for anything. The man himself says we’re from where summertime’s unforgettable. And it’s true. Among the great summer

We’ve all got something we wish we knew more about. No one is perfect, after all; in fact, most of us are deeply flawed human beings who have no idea what we’re talking about. It’s fine to admit it. I’ll even go first! I do not have a college degree

Dear Hair: Let’s be clear here: you are not THE Hair of Williamsburg. It’s almost worse this way, because I do not have a legion of similarly mystified people to commiserate with about any trauma a sighting may have induced. Oh no, you are my own personal horror story. The