I pinky swear that I try to hit up new places. Blah blah blah variety is the spice of life or whatever.  But sometimes a gal just wants a staple, ya know? A place to imagine her own little Cheers-type scenario in which she’s not only greeted “hello” but also

Considering the name of this blog, I’m taking a stab in the dark and assuming you’re no stranger to the model rooms and big blue bags that accompany a trip to Ikea. In fact, considering your roommates an ass hole and jumped on your bed, breaking the frame, you probably

If you haven’t heard yet, I have some oyster and lobster roll news. This shit goes all the way to the top. And by that I mean The Gibson— Williamsburg’s most adequately well kept secret.  So, sometimes the weekends can be a little crowded, but let’s face it, it’s one

One of everyone’s favorite outdoor eateries, Habana Outpost is throwing their annual Block Party all day today. Since it’s only once a year, they’ve managed to jam back every possible activity into one event. With bands playing all day, street vendors hawking their wares and a seemingly endless flow of

“Can anybody fiiiiind meeeeee… a sandwiiiiich to looooooove?” This is the question Fredi, a sandwich bar tribute to Freddie Mercury, wants to answer with a big glammy “Yes.” Located near Union Square, I’m pumped to have a new place to nosh beyond free samples from Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods.

You know we’re getting close to summer when the smell of hot chestnuts is replaced with the simmering smell of hot dogs and other street meat, and I’m not talking about those fancy food carts. Floaters, foot-longs, weenies, whatever you want to call them, it’s hotdog season in the city

Grocery Outlet is like the Robin Hood of supermarkets; it steals what the rich aren’t using and gives it back to the less fortunate at outrageously low prices (and it looks fabulous in tights).  What could possibly epitomize the lifestyle of a broke-ass better than shopping at Gross-Out?  With generic

I’ve been wanting to check out Williamsburg bar Good Co. since word spread to my Midwestern ears that they had one of the flyover states’ favorite past times, Cornhole (note: I did NOT say cow tipping, thankyouverymuch). Fortunately when I finally visited I found many other reasons to return: cocktails