I usually don’t mind being a broke-ass, but that was until I got sick as fuck. Coughing, sneezing, dripping… I’m a hot mess and without health insurance or the ability to justify spending $50 on drug store meds, I am stuck drinking tea and hoping for the best. Sarah’s Poor-as-fuck-Stew

We all know San Francisco is a mecca for Mexican food. We also know that the burrito is a staple of the broke ass. Good Mexican food is readily available in most neighborhoods in this city with the exception of the Downtown/Financial District areas. Caramba!, which is largely overlooked in

Nope this isn’t the Tom’s Restaurant from Kiley E’s article a year or so back. I’m talking about Tom’s Restaurant on Broadway in Morningside Heights. If you haven’t figured out by now, the façade of the restaurant is, indeed, that of Monk’s from that famous show about nothing, “Seinfeld.” The

There are goddamn sandwiches everywhere in NYC.  Each bodega has their own interpretation of what a sandwich is.  My bodega seems to think a sandwich is slimy meat with shredded lettuce that dissolves into rusty water, and I’m pretty sure the bodega across the street uses the deli cabinet to hide drugs.

The Fillmore Street Cafe is probably the closest and cheapest place for decent food to my house – especially on those days when you are so hungover you don’t think you could make it any further. Luckily, two blocks is doable, even if you think you might die on the way

NYC is the city of a thousand and one restaurants – if you’re in the mood for a certain dish, there’s probably someplace that’ll make it for you. Yet, sometimes, you need something so specific that you’re left scratching your head and wondering, “Where the hell can I get that?!”

If you were to make a nutritional pyramid based on a healthy New Yorker’s diet, pizza would be the biggest food group on it. Don’t believe me? Just ask Raphael, Leonardo, Donatello and Michelangelo what gave them fuel to take down Shredder and the Foot Clan. Ladies and gentlemen, the

In the words of one of my favorite articles to ever grace McSweeney’s Internet Tendency, IT’S DECORATIVE GOURD SEASON MOTHERFUCKERS!  That means that you’re picking last year’s food off the sweaters you stashed away without washing first, and you probably have a shit ton of apples because one of your friends