As I sit here roasting (though, I concede that the presence of sweat makes it closer to a water saute) I feel that familiar desire that comes with discomfort. It’s 91 degrees, and my forearms are coated in a thin layer of sweat. This is disturbing, as the only exertion I’ve undergone

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: There are few things more powerful within the mythology of the broke-ass than the burrito.  It’s a life sustaining thing.  Everyone

Sure, there’s something to be said for going to brunch at Andalu, spending $15 on bottomless mimosas and God only knows how much on ahi tuna tacos (the least appetizing-sounding hangover cure ever), but sometimes you just want that greasy, down-home egg, bacon and hash brown plate without the hibiscus

Burlesque shows are usually somewhat expensive, which I feel is justified because most of the routines involve stuff I would only be doing in my nightmares, like having knives thrown at me while wearing a top hat and pasties. However, the twice-weekly Burlesque at the Beach show in Coney Island

Well as the cheesy weatherman on TV say, it’s another “scorcher” out there. Sure you could go to the movies, maybe a museum to escape the heat, but why not take advantage of New York’s short but sweet beach season and get your ass over to Far Rockaway for some

I often forget how much I love Japantown. It’s a completely understated neighborhood that offers amazing food, unique shopping and hidden gems that are often lost in its ‘œsomewhere in the middle’ location of San Francisco. I am grateful for any legit excuse to head that direction, and such an

The other day, something amazing happened. I wish it was that whoever stole my iPhone out of my purse turned out to really just be borrowing it to add more useful applications than “Cat Paint” and returned it to me all ready to go, but instead it was that I