If you’re anywhere near as obsessed with old school Italian American culture/aesthetic as I am, I really can’t believe that you have not already gotten yourself to Bamonte’s in Williamsburg, Brooklyn.  The atmosphere is an unreal time capsule of 1950s Brooklyn (though it’s been there since 1900).  True story: I

If you haven’t ridden any Bay Area public transit in a while (I know! It’s expensive these days, right?) you might have missed out on the billions of ads for the new one-card-to-rule-them-all transit pass system called Clipper. Apparently Clipper isn’t much more than a fancy focus-grouped version of Translink,

I’m always looking for different things to do on weeknights other than, say, go straight home after work, have a glass of wine (or a bottle, depending on how much of a penis wrinkle my boss was being that day), order Big Lantern and fall asleep to reruns of The

On Saturday, I biked from Williamsburg to the Intrepid, and I had to run through a nearby fountain as soon as I got to the boat so I could stop feeling like my skin was on fire. Even if you’re not doing cardio exercises outside, New York is approaching that

Ever taken a ride on the Rank Express? If you’re a New Yorker, you have. It’s the one car on seemingly every subway train (usually toward the end) that doesn’t have air conditioning. And it’s always a surprise, isn’t it? There you are on the platform, sweatin’ like a whore

It is so, so hot in this city. Ninety and over temperatures this whole week; my inner Siberian is melting. I’m surprised anyone made it to work this morning. In fact, if they didn’t, people have a totally worthwhile and valid excuse. The city’s outdoor pools, which are free –

The last time there was an anarchist book sale in the Bay Area, the former vegan/currently pro-meat author of The Vegetarian Myth, Lierre Keith, got attacked with chili pepper-laced pies by a group of masked/hooded vegan anarchists. You can watch it here four times in a row (the audience does

After spouting off on the wonders of Brooklyn Yard and how sweet all the parties would be there this summer, I feel bad for getting your (and my) hopes up since the venue shuttered less than a week after I wrote about them, goddamnit. But don’t fret, the Sunday Best