Yay! Yay! Yay! Here is one more excuse to bust out your favorite ugly Christmas sweater before the season is over. This Thursday, December 22nd, from 9 p.m – midnight, Elixir is hosting an evening dedicated to bad fashion and cheap drinks. In an attempt to clean out their liquor

I found a great place for Happy Hour in San Rafael that I can swoop by for a drink and some cheap appetizers on my way back to the city after work. Whipper Snapper is the perfect spot for meeting the girls for a pitcher of Sangria and some tapas. They offer

Y’all, Christmas is in literal days and I seriously am not ready. The holidays have already begun – Hanukkah is off to a rip-roaring start – the season is staring me in the face but I’m just not feeling it yet. I know I’m not the only one either; three

I attended my office holiday party last week– at a bar, at 2pm, glad to leave work 3 hours early.  I work in a business casual environment, and– as I mentioned before– am not close friends with anyone in my office.  In fact, I’m 89% sure that they all think

  reBar is nestled on Front St. in DUMBO, and it may seem like a trek to ge there if you  don’t live or work in the area, but after my friend decided to have her birthday celebration there, I’ll definitely be returning. You enter the building and climb the

Only one week left for the Idelsohn Society for Musical Preservation’s pop-up Jewish record store, Tikva Records, in the Mission (3191 Mission St.). Read all about it in Aidin Vaziri’s Chronicle article). Music? Jews? You know how much I like both of those things. So the first ever Jewish pop-up

With less than a week before Christmas, I’m sitting at home and watching the animated version of  Dr. Suess’ “How The Grinch Stole Christmas”. If you know the story then you’re well aware that the Grinch goes on to steal all of the gifts from the residents of Whoville. Expecting

Maybe I’m phoning this week’s recipe in because it’s the week before Christmas and I am already mentally sitting in my pajamas on my couch at home in Ohio watching syndicated Seinfeld with cookie crumbs all over my shirt. Or, as anyone who’s been to The Levee in Brooklyn can