Craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer, craft beer. Seems to be what any bar worth it’s salt in Brooklyn can talk about. Well, that or molecularly-complicated, organic, artisanal cocktails. But let’s not get hung up on deconstructed martinis and talk about some craft beer. There’s an explosion going

Golden Gate Fields: Where the Bay Comes to Play… Last weekend I was so broke, anxiously awaiting  payday on Monday. For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to spend my money on this… Dollar Day at the horse races at Golden Gate Fields in Berkeley. I

What better way to ring in the anticipation of Spring than by going to one of the the biggest beer gardens in the city? And guess what? They’re now having a 90s night every Tuesday so you can live out your La Bouche Pandora station out where the world can

If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. If it is broke, it’s probably cool to hang on the walls. Those truisms are two similar and equally important pieces to the dive bar mythos. From complex themes and stuffy, plush seating, even the “dive” bars of New York can be a

There’s nothing like pounding Coors Lights, stuffing your face with greasy pepperoni pizza and belting out the lyrics to Paradise City while dancing like Axel Rose after getting your second strike in a row on a rainy Sunday afternoon. If you really want to end your weekend with a bang,

I was recently dragged to a ritzy bar by a couple of my friends.  I obliged, but only because it was someone’s birthday, and you CAN’T say no on birthdays.  Anyway, even with pre-partying, I ended up spending waaaay too much on liquor because apparently SOME bars don’t sell vodka

Right out of a Norman Rockwell… One thing I miss about living in a house with roommates is the board game nights we used to have.  It was pure bliss, infused with ungodly amounts of wine, beer, Four Loko (RIP), pizza, and Sour Patch Kids.  Oh, and laughing, because board

Full disclosure: I have never been to a strip club. I have heard reviews ranging from “the most depressing experience of my life” to “sort of okay.” I want to believe that Larry Flynt’s Hustler Club embodies the latter — because it’s offering $2 drinks every Tuesday and Wednesday in