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Cubana Social: Fancy Place for Your Lack of Cash
My deepest apologies to potatoes, but I think I’ve fallen in love with another fry. Sweet potato fries never charmed me, but yucca fries are quite possibly the greatest (savory) fried food I’ve ever eaten. Specifically, the yucca fries with tomatillo sauce from Cubana Social. The fries speak for themselves,
Undo Damage Done with St. Patrick’s Tours at the Merchant House
It’s St. Patrick’s Day ya’ll, one of the few times all year when the rest of the world joins lushes like us in public inebriation before noon. In case you feel rightfully guilty for the booze damage done to your person during the FREE St. Patrick’s Day Parade starting at
FREE Tickets to Tomorrow’s ODC Dance Performance for Two Lucky Broke-Asses!
Take in some culture before you black out on St. Pattie’s Day! I’m gonna come right out with the good news: ODC, our favorite dance company who calls the Mission home, is holding a special St. Patrick’s Day Small Plates one-hour performance at YBCA’s Novellus Theater, complete with a reception
DIY Tyvek
Tyvek is so good, it just might be evil. Known mainly for its use in FedEx envelopes and house wraps, these “flashspun high-density polyethylene fibers” make for a light, flexible material that’s resistant to tearing, pretty much water resistant, and breathable. It’s basically a perfect base material for a ton
Five and Dime Sale at Spoonbill & Sugartown
First come sushi restaurants, then comes a chain drug store, then a palm reader, and then a neighborhood has reached the peak of gentrification. The sushi and Thai joints arrived on Bedford Ave long ago, but the palm reader spot and Duane Reade are brand spanking new. (As are a
The Nerds Come Out Tonight
Nerd-o-rama-ding-dong… What is it that makes nerds so goddamn cool these days? I feel like everywhere I go I’m surrounded by high-wasted pants, suspenders and (of course) those non-prescription, Clark Kent glasses. I swear I saw a guy dressed just like Steve Urkel last weekend – and girls were flocking
Do you know The Ginger Man?
Despite it being one of the largest bars I’ve ever been to in NYC–seriously, you could do cartwheels after a couple rounds (OK not really)–I ALWAYS forget about The Ginger Man until after I’ve already chosen to go to another (crappy) bar. You’d think its 66 taps and 120 bottled beers would dance