I love happy hour, and not just at times when I have to check my bank balance before buying my monthly metrocard. The thought of people gathering with friends to release whatever tension has built up during eight hours at a shitty job ‘“ and, you know, drink ‘“ is

An old bar closing never ceases to sadden me.  Many of my favourites are now just ghostly vapor in my delirium-addled memory.  Expansion, Ginger’s Trois, 7-11 Club– was it just yesterday we were getting frisky?  The wind cuts through my coat a little quicker now. The House of Shields has

How much is a quart? The answer is 32 ounces (thanks Google), but I’d like to officially tell the British “Fuck you” for sticking us with a shitty system of measurement. That being said, Jeremy’s sells quarts of Busch beer for $5 a pop. That’s good shit (the deal not

The number one telltale sign of being a hipster is denying you’re a hipster.  If that’s true, then that means almost EVERYONE is a hipster– I mean, do you really know anyone who actually declares themselves as such?  Regardless, I’m about to make some pretty broad assumptions about a few

If you know me, you know I’m famous for coming up with really, really bad ideas.  Like watching the trailer for The Human Centipede alone while eating three-bean chili.  Or going to Hard Knox Cafe for dinner after a 15-mile bike ride in the sweltering heat (which, by San Francisco

Life seems somehow more unfair when you are unemployed. There are the obvious things like the whole lack of money issue, which certainly puts a damper on obvious indulgences like feeding yourself and imbibing alcohol. Even if the money is there, with no job, its hard finding reasons to drink

While you may not able to bask in the splendor of another three-day weekend, there’s still plenty of cool stuff going on to distract you from the fact that tomorrow is another sobering Monday. If you missed the free Yeasayer show last night, shame on you, but because this is