Duckduck is currently the only reason I ever go out to the Montrose stop on the L, because I am super lazy. If you are too, then three train stops might sound far away, but it is literally like 15 blocks. Duckduck has cheap drinks and they make them STRONG,

Per usual, I’m going to be out of town for the throwback Jazz Age Lawn theme party this Saturday. I miss it every year and it’s starting to feel like I’ll never get to sip cold glasses of St.Germaine and do the Charleston on Governor’s Island. If you missed the

If you were into vampires long before the new, sparkly, abstinent breed came along, then you’ve surely been yearning for a taste of the dingier, old-school blood suckers. This Saturday and Sunday, Yerba Buena Center for the Arts will be screening Carl Theodore Dreyer’s, 1932 classic, ‘œVampyr’ to satiate all

Unless I accidentally sit in the wrong seat, it is unusual for me to walk into a bar and find three glasses of nice wine waiting for me on my table. Especially at a swanky spot, complete with prerequisite swanky spot twinkly lights. But this happened to me at City

My best friend came into town for his birthday and decided a group of us would treat him to dinner at the very tasty but not-so-cheap Andalu. Naturally, I had a mini heart attack and considered severing all ties just so I wouldn’t risk facing the embarrassment of getting my

There are quite a number of ping pong aficionados, I’m sure , who would agree with the conviction that ping pong in its customary form constitutes a sport of the clearly indoor sort. The air, the lighting, the soft echoes of grunt strikes – its all altered in the outdoor sphere. The folks over

Seriously, when is Hayes Valley Farm NOT having something cool going on?!  First it’s FREE produce, now it’s an end-of-summer (months, obviously.  Nothing to do with the weather) celebration.  Legally, I’m not able to use the term “celebration” unless the event I’m mentioning is employing someone who’s doing portraiture —

The single thing I hate the most about New York is cab drivers who honk and slow down to pull over when they see me walking alone at night, like it wasn’t my choice to walk. If there is one thing anyone can learn about the real New York from