St. Nick’s is one of the true gems you’ll find in Harlem and one of the best underground places in NY (possibly the world) to see live jazz.  It takes jazz back to where it came from, small dingy dive bars with real drinkers and working class people, not the

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

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 –

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

There are many reasons why Crest Hardware is my favorite hardware store in existence. They have a parrot that makes awesome squawking noises, and will eat your finger off given the chance. It’s family owned, and the employees are super helpful. It’s the kind of place where the sales clerks

There are a few reasons a person might drink six cans of shit beer in one sitting. Getting fired. Getting dumped. The United States losing to Ghana. Weekday afternoons. You know, truly heartbreaking shit. Luckily, like most necessities in this city, there is a bar for that. Floyd, which sits