It’s hard to believe that this bar with a banging outside patio is located in the Tenderloin. The name of the place is Jones, and it is tucked away off of Jones St. in a corridor-like setting. There is an bar that is covered and the rest of the patio is open.

Do any of you guys remember a song called “Whistle While You Twurk”? I think it dropped when I was in middle school in the late ’90s, and a more, shall we say, “experienced” friend informed me that the strange neologism meant a certain sexual act I was definitely not

Now that the International Bar has closed its backyard for construction, I’ve been trying to find another dive in the East Village where I may be able to smoke my cigarettes and drink my whiskey and sodas leisurely. And luckily I found that dive only two blocks down 1st Ave.

 This weekend I have a few friends visiting from San Diego. I woke up this morning to people passed out all over my apartment, and the fog outside made us want to pretty much kill ourselves. We decided to cure our hangovers with some daytime drinking. Bloody Mary’s were out

With the many upcoming sure to be drunken festivities of Oktoberfest, I thought Schroeder’s German Restaurant a fitting topic. Schroeder’s is quite the authentic German beer hall and restaurant. This place has everything from traditional German dishes for lunch and dinner to a variety of Polka bands which play from

The Half King is my usual meet-up of choice with visiting out-of-towners, since it’s classy (impress them with your New York-ness!), right in front of steps leading up to the Highline (take a walk afterwards!), and they have a banging happy hour (don’t spend too much money entertaining them!). The wood-covered

Dark and divey, Edinburgh Castle is just one of those bars at which you always want to drink. It’s nothing fancy. It’s just a spacious and unpretentious pub; but still pretty awesome. The first thing you will notice upon entering Edinburgh Castle is the decent sized smoking room. It’s a

I was first introduced to the Horseshoe Tavern when I was taking an improv class nearby in Fort Mason.  Let me say nothing better prepares you to play “acting” games with middle-aged pharmaceutical sales people than a few pints.  In an effort to catch our hometown baseball Giants before class a