food

Variety Cafe Lives Up To Name, With Some Cheapo Bonuses
So you’re in midtown. Whoops. Perhaps you need some crazy diamonds, or you’re praying to some pagan god for discount Book of Mormon tickets, or you just took a wrong turn in Hell’s Kitchen. No matter what way you slice it, the homogeneity of the landscape is dulling to the

Happy Memorial Day! FREE Parade and Food and Stuff!
What’s the reason for the Memorial Day season? Is it to get your first day off work since New Year’s? Is it to start wearing white shoes and white pants without looking gauche? Or perhaps it’s to barbecue and get hammered in Dolores Park? Wrong and WRONG: Memorial Day is

DOUGH, Worth Being Fat For
I run a whole damn lot, which most people would take as a sign that I want to be “healthier.” FALSE. The real reason comes in the shape of a doughnut, tastes like a doughnut, and actually is a doughnut. Specifically, a glorious, otherworldly doughnut from DOUGH. Blood Orange with

Feel The Big Headroom at 61 Local
While I don’t ever celebrate someone going out of business, the closed-down garage has been a great boon for alcoholics and art enthusiasts everywhere. Numerous galleries, performance spaces, bars, and restaurants have sprung up from where once upon a time you got your muffler checked. The great advantage to these

Tee hee…Meatballs. For Cheap! At Ikea!
Considering the name of this blog, I’m taking a stab in the dark and assuming you’re no stranger to the model rooms and big blue bags that accompany a trip to Ikea. In fact, considering your roommates an ass hole and jumped on your bed, breaking the frame, you probably

Awwwwww, GROSS-OUT!
Grocery Outlet is like the Robin Hood of supermarkets; it steals what the rich aren’t using and gives it back to the less fortunate at outrageously low prices (and it looks fabulous in tights). What could possibly epitomize the lifestyle of a broke-ass better than shopping at Gross-Out? With generic

Good Times, Good Co.
I’ve been wanting to check out Williamsburg bar Good Co. since word spread to my Midwestern ears that they had one of the flyover states’ favorite past times, Cornhole (note: I did NOT say cow tipping, thankyouverymuch). Fortunately when I finally visited I found many other reasons to return: cocktails

Sweet Baby Chickens! Is Hill Country Chicken Worth It!?!
You find yourself in Madison Square Park. Look, there’s the Flatiron building! How iconic, right? The park is in bloom, the water fountains are on, and how isn’t it just pastoral. Suddenly you get a strong whiff or beef and impatience, you hear buzzers and a chorus of tapping feet,