Nite Owl My head is pounding. I’d gone straight from work, to the gym, to yet another hijacked political meeting and finally a rather awkward, albeit surrealistically humorous event entitled San Francisco Political Squares. It was cute, well constructed and everyone was trying their damndest to channel Paul Lynde (or

It has been five-years since our super hunky co-editor, Stephen Torres, eloquently shared his no-doubt drunken experience at Bob’s. Oh, and four-years since Christy wrote about Bob’s. And of course, I started writing about donuts at 2am, and then realize all of this. So, fuck it…you’re getting the 2014 version of Bob’s. Because

Nope this isn’t the Tom’s Restaurant from Kiley E’s article a year or so back. I’m talking about Tom’s Restaurant on Broadway in Morningside Heights. If you haven’t figured out by now, the façade of the restaurant is, indeed, that of Monk’s from that famous show about nothing, “Seinfeld.” The

Oh, doughnut! Whether you be called sinker or soul cake, come in bar shape or circle, you are a grand staple of cheap eating! Doughnuts are in the upper echelon comfort foods.  It can be cold and unforgiving outside, but for a few minutes you have the sugary embrace of

It was very wet last night.  Dark, wet, and like a movie in Times Square with happy families huddled under their umbrellas  in the fuzzy neon light,  taxis splashing puddles.  I don’t think I’ve ever seen a white family on a weeknigth in New York, but shit, when am I