We’ve mentioned this astounding deal at Popeye’s Chicken before, but that was like, a billion years ago and this all-day happy hour on Tuesdays has yet to disappear and has only gained support during tough economic times. (Also, when you’re broke they’re always “tough economic times”, aren’t they?) Anyway, I

Before diving in ramble first about why you should check out live music club Barbes in Brooklyn, I want you to know there is an “accent grave” (as the Baguette-loving say) over the “e” in the name of the bar. I have tried for longer than I should admit to

Nothing like a good old fashioned sweaty dance party to help you thaw out Saturday Night. Celebrating five years of musical chronicling, I Guess I’m Floating, has pulled together an awesome line-up of artists to help them celebrate what equates to 20 years in internet time. Featuring performances by Beach

Ah, to have it all. Do you ever look around at your life, when you’re too hungover to operate the Xbox controller, and think to yourself, how do I manage to balance all these aspects of work, school, and relationships sooooo well?? Me too. And, like Gywenth Paltrow, I have

North Beach is a tricky neighborhood – enter the wrong bar and you could be accosted by commuting clubbers or hungry tourists looking to carbo-load on massive pasta dishes. But once you know the ins-and-outs of the neighborhood and have scoped out the best dive bars or pizza joints, you

Right now, the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens is everything you need from an outdoor adventure. The snow covering its ground hasn’t been covered in asphalt dust or pissed on by your neighbor’s dog. It’s home to willow trees, cedars, cherry trees, pine trees, etc caked with fluffy white flakes that have

What is haggis?  Why aren’t kilts a hispter staple by now?  Where is Scotland anyway?  If you find yourself asking these burning questions yet are too lazy to type a couple phrases into Google, head down to Edinburgh Castle Pub‘s Robert Burns Night on Saturday.  I guarantee you’ll learn all

Human beings, almost as a rule, secretly enjoy complaining about their jobs. Though voluntary and oftentimes rewarding, working falls under that unfortunate subset of obligations that, while necessary, rarely ceases to make us miserable. And that, I think, is exactly why we do it. For the average person working for