If you’ve chosen a secular holiday that celebrates the accomplishments of the labour movement over Derby debauchery, you are a better person than I, and should thusly be rewarded with free drink and board. For that, check out Brouwerij Lane in Brooklyn.  There won’t be any horse, but some people

Starting May 1st (TODAY, people!), and closing May 28th, Refinery 29 is setting up a Pop-Up Shop (aka a campaign called Save Fashion) at the, errr,  Port Authority Bus Terminal.  Though the aim is obviously to stimulate buying fashion within the financial crisis, the official word is that it is

In 1970,  Scanlans ran a the first piece of Gonzo jouralism about the Kentucky Derby titled “Decadent and Depraved” by Hunter S. Thompson.  Even when I read it a few years ago, the strange mixture of the crowd’s high society posturing and lewd, whiskey swilling conduct made a powerful impression. 

4 dumplings for $1 isn’t a miracle to anyone who spends time in Chinatown on days they aren’t catching the Fung-Wah.  Same goes for pork buns, 3 of $1; and sesame pancake, $0.75.  However, Vanessa’s warrants a special shout out for a number of reasons, the least of which is

It’s hot out, y’all, and beautiful.  On the streets of NYC folks are shedding layers like snakes on a rock, caterpillars emerging from their cocoons into  butterflies, or beefy, red-faced roadies peeling off their flannel outer layers to reveal the sweaty, fetid Queensryche shirt beneath.  It’s time to show those

This marks the THIRD time I’ve mentioned the Blue Owl because, well, this is also about as classy as you can get without feeling like a two-bit hack; a lowly fraud; a slimy chameleon; a really fucked-up, wart-backed, two faced (1 face toad, the other a mustachioed weasel wearing sun

Art Bar: a place I spend practically half my life in due to its proximity to the L train in the West Village, and 2-for 1 happy hour.  Apparently, it’s a West Village staple, having been around for the past 15 years,.  For me, it’s a beacon of light surrounded

I haven’t had a chance to go to Le Poisson Rouge, but I really want to.  I don’t really know why.  I think there is just an ambient buzz that you feel; like when you walk into a house and you just KNOW the VCR is on even though the