Sometime in the mid to late 90s, my sister got an alarm clock for her birthday. It was a statue of Homer Simpson, and when it was time to wake you up, the Homer said ‘œMmmmmmm. Donuts.’ Like this: Mmm Donuts I had forgotten about this alarm clock, but when

Roofs in NYC can be hard enough to put yourself on, let alone anything besides a metal folding chair or a milk crate. Some people are determined enough, and manage to set up their roof tops with couches, canopies and kiddie pools. And then there’s people like Annie Novak who

I know that Momofuku is supposed to be the best of the best of the best ramen in the universe, and that Decibel is the underground hip lair that you are supposed to take your out of town friends to so that they know how awesome and plugged in you

photo courtesy of the fine people over at Midtown Lunch This is what I’m fucking talking about!  The Overlook up the street wanted $4 for a PBR and here you can get a 22oz. glass of Sam Adams for $4.  Shame on you Overlook, shame, shame (yes I’m wagging my

I don’t usually head out to Jersey on a Saturday night, but this looks really, really cool.  The community-run, depression-era grand Loew’s Movie Palace in Jersey City is showing two films from the 1920s today: the Marx Brothers’ first film The Cocoanuts (1929) at 4pm, and Safety Last with live

New York City is full of surprises, and some of them aren’t pleasant. Like on my first trip here when I was fourteen. I spaced out while I was walking on the sidewalk with my school group, and I got hit square in the nipple with a cart loaded up

Unless you’re Wayne or Garth and you have a green screen in your new studio, then you have to rely on pop culture to take you to the places you’ll never visit. Instead of waiting for Sufjan Stevens to finish an album about each of the 50 states, you can

There used to be a place on Allen near Delancey that was simply called Fried Dumpling. It was a great place where you could get five pretty tasty dumplings for one meager dollar. (Note to West Coast folk visiting NYC: “chinese dumpling” is East Coast for the food you are