Last week on a drizzly Wednesday afternoon Anna G. and I dropped by the vegetarian cafe down the street from our office.  As we were entering somebody brushed passed us on our way out. “Wasn’t that the girl from The Wackness? Anna asked, watching as the figure retreated down Horatio

One evening, after arriving to go to what was promised to be a very rare and awesome party in the otherwise-barren nightlife wasteland that is downtown NYC, I found myself with a bunch of dudes, semi-stranded after the cops shut down the said awesome 5-story (allegedly clandestine) dance party.  Thinking

Art museums are great and all, but in NYC they are always mobbed and usually charge admission.  But the truth is, any motivated broke-ass fool can cobble together a few quarters for the suggested admission at the Met or hit up the Free Saturdays at Brooklyn Museum. The real challenge

As promised, here is a short list of upcoming Tanteo tastings that are being held around the city.  If you haven’t heard of Tanteo, it will soon be imprinted on your olfactory bulbs because the Jalapeno line has a robust nose that recently blanketed the entire Rose Bar like a

Hump Day sounds disgusting, always has.  “Bumping uglies” sounds gross too.  I know people who hate the word “groin”.  “Crotch” is crisp and tight to me, but friends find it equally unappetizing.  One of Stuart’s friends has a website called The Fart Party.  That leaves a very unpleasant taste in

  The black tarpaulin outside of the The Continental reads “5 Shots of Anything $10: All day/All night (yes, we’re serious)”.   And there really is no catch.  No limiting “happy hour”, no restricted access to only the worst gut rot brewed in an industrial bathtub, no cutting down a

Benito has the familiar build of a lounge busser: stocky, clean shaven, latino. However, common to small establishments (pardon the euphemism), his role is actually much larger. Prior to opening he mops Habibi’s floor, rearranges furniture, and hoses down the sidewalk. He sets up the DJ booth ‘“ plugging the

Two truths are that everybody loves oysters (everyone cool, that is) and that oysters are generally prohibitively expensive. Unless you’re dating the shucker at Aquagrill or Blue Ribbon, oysters are a special occasion splurge or a last ditch attempt to get a date to stop texting and pay attention. Until