Waffles are delicious at most hours of the day, the exception being any hour after midnight on a day you’re going under anesthesia. Until recently, Kellogg’s Diner was the only place in Williamsburg you could get a fatty Belgian waffle at all hours of the night. Sure, the jokes about

We’ve mentioned this astounding deal at Popeye’s Chicken before, but that was like, a billion years ago and this all-day happy hour on Tuesdays has yet to disappear and has only gained support during tough economic times. (Also, when you’re broke they’re always “tough economic times”, aren’t they?) Anyway, I

Despite the cooler-than-cool loft parties and the rampant amounts of tacos, Bushwick still has yet to reach the simple livability that can be found in other spots of Brooklyn. Many of the storefronts are relegated to tiny little alcoves and they can be few and far between. While coffee has

Polar opposites and seemingly random combinations are a never ending source of entertainment. It’s fascinating when luxury condos go up next to abandoned warehouses, or when you find postcards on the street advertising pit bull puppies with a photo of a hot Hispanic girl wearing a bikini while holding two

We often interview people who consider themselves broke. We also interview a lot of bands. This is because most bands are broke. Today’s Broke-Ass Band Interview is with SF-based folk musician Sonya Cotton, who is fabulous and will be playing at the Rickshaw Stop on Tuesday, January 25th. She also

Try if you can to ignore the use of “da” instead of “the” in the title of the restaurant, and open your ears (eyes?) to why Paul’s Da (ugh) Burger Joint is worth your precious burger-lovin’ time. Located on what I believe to be one of the most obnoxious corners in the city, for

Texts rivaling the Dead Sea Scrolls in length have been written about the culinary wasteland that is Midtown. However, within its glistening confines lay hidden gems of tastiness waiting for the truly intrepid to happen upon them. Even better, at times they can be dumb cheap. Welcome, weary travelers, to

Sometimes, on the weekends, your body can become a repository for whiskey, cigarettes, and Tombstone frozen pizzas, WHICH, good lord, I recently discovered contain a total of 80 grams of fat per pizza, if you get the pepperoni one. I am not necessarily opposed to consuming that much fat in