If someone’s going to coax me into traipsing through the streets of Little Saigon, sidestepping crack pies and used condoms, they better be taking me somewhere worth it. Enter: happy hour at Olive. From 5-7pm, you can munch on artisan pizzas for $8, as well as stuff like pomme frites,

The only shoes I brought home for Christmas were my cowboy boots, and I’m regretting that now that I’m heading back to NYC. They’re not built to be snow shoes, and I’m going to have to wrap my feet in plastic bags when I land. As I’m prepping for the

I am unfortunately not in NYC right now for the shit ton of snow and to punch people who use the word “snowpocalypse,”  but agree that it looks like father winter was super drunk and got carried away with the whole weather thing. I know for a while I’d be

One thing the current owners wanted to retain when they took over the Lone Star Saloon a year ago was the blue collar charm and clientele. Although blue collar is an increasingly rare species in these parts, menu-wise the bar seems to be doing it’s best to keep it’s watering

I usually measure my wealth and success in tacos. Like, I’ll buy a disappointing sandwich for $6 and then say, “I could’ve gotten at least three tacos for that.” This week (even though I don’t eat meat), I’m going to start measuring my wealth in chicken wings. Why? Croxley Ales

If you’re hanging around the city this holiday season, you may be tempted to park yourself on a lonely bar stool and drink a year’s worth of sorrows away.  While I support that in theory, I must insist that alcohol is best served with friends (or surrogate friends as it

We here at BAS Headquarters are always thinking of new awesome things to bring to you, our dear (and depraved) readers.  So with this in mind we’ve teamed up with the fine folks over at Drink Me Magazine to bring you a new drink recipe every Thursday.  That way you can

Somewhere along the line, the folks over at Brooklyn Bowl recognized the Jew’s Christmas hardship. On a day where evergreens and messianic mangers dominate, its easy for the non-Christmas-celebrating-few to feel a bit left out. Which is why Brooklyn’s favorite bowling alley last year launched Matzah Bowl, a winning combination