New York
$5 Pizza Margherita at Totale Pizza
If you’re trying to get the most square inches of pizza per dollar possible, Totino’s Party Pizzas are probably your best bet. But if you’re looking for pizza made with real cheese (and doesn’t taste like cardboard), you should head down to St. Marks Place. Totale Pizza just opened up,
Teak on the Hudson: Worth Taking the PATH
There are plenty of things I say I really want to do–like making a photo collage of bodega cats or finally memorizing someone’s phone number besides my own–but I will probably never get around to doing them. Another is trying fresh sushi as a a means to erase a bad
Park Slope Gets its Groove Back with Mission Dolores Bar
Just to set the record straight. I’ve never been to San Francisco, so if you’re looking for some insightful commentary on how this bar “really draws on the West Coast” vibe, I can’t help you. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a fantastic bar. Settled on the somewhat barren strip
Wing Eating Contest at the Habitat
If you spend most of 25 cent wing nights bragging to your friends about how many wings you shoved down your gullet, then you need to hit up The Habitat in Greenpoint tomorrow night. They’re having their third annual wing eating contest. The winner will walk away with $100 and
Pick Up Chicks at Duckduck
Duckduck is currently the only reason I ever go out to the Montrose stop on the L, because I am super lazy. If you are too, then three train stops might sound far away, but it is literally like 15 blocks. Duckduck has cheap drinks and they make them STRONG,
Jazz Age Lawn Party Take Two
Per usual, I’m going to be out of town for the throwback Jazz Age Lawn theme party this Saturday. I miss it every year and it’s starting to feel like I’ll never get to sip cold glasses of St.Germaine and do the Charleston on Governor’s Island. If you missed the
City Winery Wants to Get you Drunk and Show you a Nice Time
Unless I accidentally sit in the wrong seat, it is unusual for me to walk into a bar and find three glasses of nice wine waiting for me on my table. Especially at a swanky spot, complete with prerequisite swanky spot twinkly lights. But this happened to me at City
Free Ping Pong in Bryant Park
There are quite a number of ping pong aficionados, I’m sure , who would agree with the conviction that ping pong in its customary form constitutes a sport of the clearly indoor sort. The air, the lighting, the soft echoes of grunt strikes – its all altered in the outdoor sphere. The folks over