Booze

Cheap Booze, Food, and Bras at Jeremy’s Ale House
How much is a quart? The answer is 32 ounces (thanks Google), but I’d like to officially tell the British “Fuck you” for sticking us with a shitty system of measurement. That being said, Jeremy’s sells quarts of Busch beer for $5 a pop. That’s good shit (the deal not
Hard Knox Cafe: White Girl Meets Soul Food in Dogpatch
If you know me, you know I’m famous for coming up with really, really bad ideas. Like watching the trailer for The Human Centipede alone while eating three-bean chili. Or going to Hard Knox Cafe for dinner after a 15-mile bike ride in the sweltering heat (which, by San Francisco
Unemploymaina #1 – Evenings with Craig
Life seems somehow more unfair when you are unemployed. There are the obvious things like the whole lack of money issue, which certainly puts a damper on obvious indulgences like feeding yourself and imbibing alcohol. Even if the money is there, with no job, its hard finding reasons to drink
FREE Open Art Studios and Party like it’s 1986
While you may not able to bask in the splendor of another three-day weekend, there’s still plenty of cool stuff going on to distract you from the fact that tomorrow is another sobering Monday. If you missed the free Yeasayer show last night, shame on you, but because this is
Come To The Indie Mart This Sunday!
Okay, it’s been awhile since you heard, er, read my voice but I figured you missed me. Didn’t you? You keep thinking, “Where is Monica the Intern?” Right? I knew it. But I digress. The real reason I showed back up here on this little soapbox is to tell you
Bacardi Torched Cherry is a Waste of Money
Maybe it’s because I’m getting iced and weised left and right, but I am just so into new alcohol trends right now. I’m on such a roll that I’m even down to try the ones that look gross, which is why I’m currently in the possession of a bottle of
Niagara Happy Hour
So it’s a beautiful sunny day in New York for sitting in parks and walking the streets. But it’s also kind of a beautiful day to sit inside of a bar with giant windows so the sun can beam down on you while you enjoy a pint. If you’re not
Not Recommended: Union Street Festival
Once upon a time, I was a bright-eyed and bushy-tailed East Coast transplant with some embarrassingly fratty friends who convinced me to hang out in the Marina one too many times. One time I heard a guy, who lived within 0.5 blocks of the bullshit nexus of the universe (Union