While the theme of this weekend is certainly music heavy, what with Siren Fest bringing out all the kids to Coney Island, and the Summer Hummer party with Fucked Up DJing at  the Soho Grand, you have your pick of where to sway and sweat. While I promise myself every

Market SF combines two of my favorite things: alcohol and art!  When don’t they go together?!  Happily, each and every Saturday the two combine to help local artists and designers find patrons, and vice versa.  Even if you can’t afford the art it’s a great opportunity to learn you some

I totally respect anyone who decides to name a bar after themselves, and the self-named bars are almost always the best. Jimmy’s Corner in Manhattan, Sharlene’s in Prospect Heights, and now there’s Matt Torrey’s in Williamsburg. Not that you can see the name on the building. It’s only marking is

The Mission Creek Music and Arts Festival officially kicked off with yesterday’s free happy hour at the Make Out Room, but there are still plenty of events coming up all over town this weekend between the musical acts at Amnesia, Eagle Tavern and the Knockout and the film screenings at

The first thing that comes to mind when thinking about this bar is: “Whoa man, you’ve changed”.  So the bad news is, it’s not as cozy and secret-y as it once was in say, 2006.  But, really, the whole faux speakeasy thing has really been over for quite a while. 

I found myself in Ikea the other day, on the hunt for light bulbs and free air conditioning. That place is hellhole ‘“ despite temperatures that nearly qualify it as a blast freezer ‘“ because of its roving clusters of flustered parents with screaming children and its goddamn monopoly on

Before I officially moved to The Big Apple and realized that a) a subway ride costs more than a beer in my home state Ohio b) Houston is pronounced “Howston” and c) New York State Taxes would make that part of my budget pie chart reserved for entertainment an anorexic

Despite the fact I work across the street from a marina, and look at the water every day, I’ve never been on a boat in New York City. The Staten Island Ferry doesn’t count guys. I’m talking about a real boat, that doesn’t involve a dozens of Melanie Griffith’s rocking