Before moving to New York, I never gave much thought about going to brunch. It was something reserved for holiday buffets and visiting parents. Not the boozy hot mess it is now. Even when I have friends visit from out of town, they give me funny looks when I suggest

(Pretty) Girls and Lasers, the electro duo everyone seems to be whispering about, is moving their monthly party to Happy Ending, and the LES couldn’t be more ecstatic.   The boys will be in the DJ booth all night long, starting at 10pm, and from 11-midnight, there will be an Open

Amidst the stress of paying NYC rent, trying to afford the train, cable, the phone bill and assorted other expenditures it’s nice to be able to satisfy a food craving for only a couple of dollars.  We’ve covered pizza, tacos, burgers, falafel and booze on this site but I wanted

I swear to god, people, I’m not making these up.  Here’s the latest from my inbox: Dear Anna, As a single gal in NYC, I’m done dealing with the pretentious shallow cakeboys of Manhattan. I love hearing about your dips in the dating pool of Brooklyn  and think you can

I’m sure this pop-up shop trend pisses off landlords, but until this whole economy thing sorts itself out, I fully welcome new and inventive ways to use empty storefronts. I wrote last month about Kill Devil Hill in Greenpoint turning into a bakery boutique and now they’re showing you a

I have always heard that it takes a certain type of person to live in New York City.  Those who move here are often looking to make it’ to rise to the top and claim their fortune.  Sometimes these New Yorkers are looked at as ‘œType A’ or overambitious.  Sometimes

I’ll wear clothes that are falling apart, I only put on make up for job interviews, but I feel like less of a person when my hair looks like shit. But the idea of spending $60+ on a haircut makes me want to vomit. So since moving to New York,

As far as fro-yo goes, Pinkberry is top of the pops. Nevermind that the Los Angeles-based brand had to battle a whole bunch of haters who claimed that its tangy-sweet swirls weren’t as healthy as one might think. BFD, I say. Just look at it. It’s subzero, soft-serve sourness in