Inspired by this drunk guy at Coachella last week, I am going to recount some of my drunkest moments. Obviously, this excludes the times I’ve blacked out (or as I like to say, traveled through time). 1. Drinking in the name of science: 2005 When I was in college, I

Dear Neti Pot makers, I have your business.  That’s right.  This morning I took it.  You may not have noticed.  This morning I realized that I don’t NEED a Neti Pot.  This morning I realized that no one needs a Neti Pot. A little history on how it went down.

Oftentimes, in the midst of broke-assitude, we find ourselves in a living situation that involves more than one person per bathroom and sinkfuls of dishes that “someone else” used but no one will fess up to. Most normal and reasonable human beings will have no problem adjusting to life under

Breaking news: There is a new Indian street food taco truck making its way through FiDi. It’s been around these parts for only a couple of weeks and has already made a big impression on me and just about every single person in my 400 person office. They’re called Curry

Guys its once again time for this blogs very favorite regularly occurring comedy show. We love it for a lot of reasons and it’s the only thing that can drag us into the smoky recesses of that hookah place on 1st avenue. This week, sweetening the already-pretty-sweet pot is Matt

Once upon a time, I thought only bad things happened on Muni, like catching the herpes or sustaining a stab wound to the hamstring.  Then I found Muni Diaries, an awesome site created for readers and riders to share Muni-related stories.  There I discovered something surprising:  NOT ALL MUNI STORIES

Ah yes, the Polish Hot Loaf. This illusive Greenpoint special can only be gotten from roughly 10pm-2am, and requires patience and adherence to the rules. You must wait until the roller door is half open and then knock three times, peek your little head under it, and ask for a