Not to get all promote-y or anything, but in Broke-Ass Stuart’s Guide to Living Cheaply in New York City (read it!), he compares NYC to a girl who you constantly chase, but is ultimately out of your league.  I totally get this statement, but for me, New York City is

Recently I started bartending at Dear Mom on Wednesday nights. I do this because a) it’s fun b) I really need the money (yes I’m still broke) and c) because Jay and Oliver are the shit! The fellas have given me some leeway to do cool stuff on my night, so I’m bringing an East Coast favorite to The Mission. San Francisco, I’d like to introduce you to the Pickle Back.

If you ever find yourself around the Inwood section of Upper Manhattan, starving and looking to have yourself a drink, head over to Piper’s Kilt. This Irish restaurant & bar is the perfect cozy spot to snuggle in while you’re hiding from the heartless winter and its bitter wind gusts.

Ah, there’s nothing I love more than a relaxing afternoon in the park.  Basking in the sun like a lizard on a rock, creepily cat-calling all of the cute dogs on walks (“Hey, you!  Check out that strut!  Ooh, I like that smile!”), and wearing my one pair of workout

Visitors, even natives, to the city are constantly searching for the right place for special occasions. Where’s the perfect lighting for a proposal? Which brunch restaurant have children’s menus? Can I get a birthday reservation at that Indian restaurant for Saturday?

At an age when quantity definitely tends to trump quality in most pursuits (see: alcohol, ramen, squalid affairs with grungy musicians), the more you fill your belly with, the better, generally speaking. Who knows, as a broke-ass, when exactly you may eat again. With this in mind, I’ve started eating

“Although what you are about to see is a work of fiction, it should nevertheless be played at maximum volume.” This is the opening graphic (and allusion to David Bowie’s Ziggy Stardust) from the 1998 film “Velvet Goldmine.” And every time I watch it, this prompts me to knock the

Ponchos: the wave of the future? Hardly. Nevertheless, the comfy paunch-concealers hold a loyal and devoted following spanning some pretty disparate groups: stoners, moms, racially insensitive restaurant mascots. They’re pretty much the original Snuggie – a little more abrasive, perhaps, and shorter, but cut from the same proverbial cloth –