Ye Olde Diner sign in the Inner Sunset Everything about Art’s Cafe is like the legs of a competitive swimmer: streamlined, muscular, each sinew working in harmony towards one goal, and shaved of every superfluity that might get in the way

Pretty, lush, green spaces can be hard to come by in New York City, so we might as well try to maintain the ones that we’ve got.  Besides environmental interests, us urban-dwellers might suffer from something that I like to call “feudalism withdrawals,” in which we experience intense desires to

  It’s been some dark days for city history as of late. With the latest casualties being the likes of Tosca and The Purple Onion, one might wonder who’s next on the venerable hit list. Probably some deadbeat tenant like Swan’s Oyster Depot or the Buena Vista, more than likely.

Upon my return from 5 months abroad volunteering and traveling, in Nepal and India I expected a bit of culture shock. I’ve had some minor incidences in my three weeks being back. I almost freaked out at a restaurant when a large glass of water, packed with ice so high it would

The clicking of tweets, texts and instagrams echo in the outside air. Textured conversations of expressionism and art deco ring from inside. Maybe I had too much free red wine, maybe not enough, but watching Julian Rapp’s party unfold from a golden beanbag chair in the serene, ivy soaked backyard

Every week we feature a different person from the community shedding a little light on their life of brokeitude. Who knows, maybe you’ll learn something about the human spirit — probably not. Wanna be a Broke-Ass of the Week? Holler at us here and we’ll send you the questionnaire. San Francisco’s fog

When your wallet looks like this. 1. Craigslist – We all know that Craig can be a creepy mofo, but here’s what: the good ol’ guy has gotten me hooked up more times than I’d like to admit. Since moving to NYC almost five years ago, I’ve scoured Craigslist for

I’ve been re-watching a lot of old episodes of Freaks and Geeks with my Nick Andopolis/Sam Weir hybrid of a boy toy lately (all of the philosophical stoner wisdom of Andopolis without the clinginess, and the gentlemanly quality of Weir without the hairless pits– what more could a lady ask