Inspired by my fellow broke-ass Ashley’s post on “How to Feel Rich” in New York,  I recently took a friend visiting from out of town to the Bowery Hotel. Granted I’ll probably never see the inside of their opulent rooms, but I can avoid looking like a complete schlub some

Nestled in the heart of the hyper-industrial, super-consumer heaven that is Emeryville, California, a new Target (or “Tar-jay” as middle-aged white ladies call it), is born. Some of you are probably wondering, “Why does this earth need another Target? We already have 300 of them in California alone!” But, honestly,

This sounds like it’s going to be a lot like the game “Music Choice Challenge” I made up when I was younger, in which I flipped through the cable music channels and challenged my friends to guess the name and/or title of the song before the info came up on

If there’s one thing that can make a 9.0 earthquake more terrifying, it’s meltdown at a nuclear power plant. While you probably don’t have a spare helicopter or nuclear physicist to lend to Japan, you can help the earthquake relief effort by taking a Shibori workshop. The Textile Arts Center

This Thursday night, head down to Bricks and Mortar Media in SOMA for some art, alcohol and …animals? Yes, animals.  Let your animal instinct out at a themed art show entitled “We Are All Animals.” Oakland based artist Mary Marxen has gathered up 25 up-and-coming local artists to show their

When a friend who won’t even go downstairs to the bodega to get food when he’s hungry suggests spending almost an hour on the subway to get lunch from one of his favorite restaurants in Spanish Harlem, you go. You transfer 3 times without even looking at a menu first,

Craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer. Seems to be what any bar worth it’s salt in Brooklyn can talk about. Well, that or molecularly-complicated, organic, artisanal cocktails. But let’s not get hung up on deconstructed martinis and talk about some craft beer. There’s an explosion going

Bender’s got its name on a chilly Sunday night in May, when a certain writer found herself going beer-for-beer with a friend of high tolerance. Six hours later, the bartender asked them to leave, but not before providing her with an answer to the question, “Where can we get more