Vodka is a complex mistress. One minute she’s lovin’ up on ya, and you’re the suave, classy chick drinking vodka martini’s and charming strangers. The next morning you’re on your bathroom floor with eyeliner gobs in the corner of your eyes, wearing one shoe and hating life. However, vodka’s a

Like a little Wednesday with your wine?  Me too.  How about some tapas to go along with that buzz?  Check.  Tonight Tapeña Wine has got you covered with San Francisco Tapas Hour, a social meetup event for wine lovers/broke-asses at Picaro restaurant.  From 5:30pm-7:30pm, there will be FREE tapas for the

I don’t know too many people who hang out in the Financial District unless they work there or like to have their drinking subsidized by horny bankers. But amidst all the dirty money, high-rises, and the tourist-choked South Street Seaport, lies one of the oldest streets in New York, Stone

On an unexpectedly cold and rainy-ish Spring Thursday evening,  fellow Broke Ass writer Laura S. and I decided to check out the new bar that opened in place of the restaurant N6th: a wine bar called Pinkerton.  Though they have a nice selection of microbrews, we both decided to stick

Since we all live in the YouTube era, we’ve been exposed to more than your average share of weird and wonderful video clips. There was a time when the only way we could relish in other people’s embarrassment on a national level required Bob Saget and basic cable. But now

Lawn sports are a great American pastime. Ever since your grandparents moved to some crappy suburb we’ve been making casually competitive, and generally kid-safe, games out of ancient bloodsports. (I dunno if you guys know this, but originally Horseshoes was a game played by the Romans after they slaughtered their

Tax day looms on the horizon for a lot of people, but for people in the service industry, its passing is always highly anticipated.  Like giving things up for Lent and making new year resolutions, the months following Christmas and leading up to tax day inspire the average consumer to

I just found out yesterday, that I’ve been missing out on Magnolia’s killer selection of house-brewed beers because I’d always assumed the place was too expensive for joe schmoe like me to just waltz in and have a beer. Not true! In fact, every Tuesday night Magnolia drops the price