Unlike babies in bars, which people frown upon, it is sometimes okay to have dogs in bars. Especially at Luckydog, where dogs are given free rein to sit on the stools, run all around, lick your shoes, whatever. If you’re not a dog owner, this can, at first, be a little

Even if you don’t have a wad of cash in your pocket, who says you can’t enjoy a little window shopping. Fellow Broke-Ass Anna G has already clued us into stress-free sanctity that is Franklin Ave in Greenpoint, and after making a pilgrimage myself, I have to agree with her. 

Do you have any idea what Southpaw Records is?  Well, if you’ve ever heard Ty Segall, Bare Wires, or The Sandwitches, you do, because they’re all on this label that’s celebrating its first anniversary at, in my opinion, one of the best bars in the Mission, Amnesia.  Tonight for a $5 cover, you

Foremost on the as-yet compiled list of Things You Should Not Ingest, I’d imagine, would be razor blades. Common sense dictates that sharp edges plus soft internal flesh equals pain and possibly a very bloody death. Eating swords is similarly discouraged. And yet, ingesting dangerous things is something that people

Since it’s 2010 and you seem like a reasonable person who likes to buy nicely made, unique things for a low price, you probably already know what Etsy is and have probably also spent far too much time at work looking for the cleverest Mother’s Day gift ever. Well, if

Every year, I worry my Midwestern parents by telling them I am spending the entire weekend in the dank basement of a Gristedes in Chelsea, drinking cheap beer until I either run out of money or I fall asleep. I try to explain that it’s all to see stars and

When I ran a red light a couple months ago and my 2000 Mazda 626 was totaled in a freak T-bone accident (that wasn’t freak at all, obviously, because I was the idiot that ran a red light), I thought my life was over.  How would I, a Southern California

Sometimes after watching the delightfully charming movie “Amelie” or eating a chocolate croissant, I take a few minutes to dream a little dream in which I am bicycling around Paris without a care in the world, admiring its twinkilng lights with Nutella dripping down my little excited face. But then