Outside patio. Booths to sit in. A pool table. Bar. Food. FREE Condoms. Raucous music and space to dance. If the Sixth Ward could add a waterfall and a slide, I’d consider this place to be heaven. Located on the Lower East Side, where Irish immigrants once lived during the

I found a great place for Happy Hour in San Rafael that I can swoop by for a drink and some cheap appetizers on my way back to the city after work. Whipper Snapper is the perfect spot for meeting the girls for a pitcher of Sangria and some tapas. They offer

Botanica is a safe haven.  There’s no better way to describe it.  It sits like a bomb shelter on the south side of smoky Houston street, two blocks away from the undulating sea of Soho shoppers and opposite the building-size advertisements that pollute the north side of the street.  After

Normally, Kyo-ya would be on the radar of no broke ass. Its only saving grace for people like us is its happy hour. Kyo-ya has a great atmosphere and layout. It’s mellow and “modern”, if you will. There is also a pretty bitchin’, somewhat secluded room with leather chairs and

When I was invited to spend Friday evening at “The Jug Shop” two images came to my mind.  Either I was headed to a sweet backalley moonshine hoedown or some strip club owner decided on the least enticing name in the history of skin bars.  Much to my chagrin The

  I guess it’s pretty obvious why people who frequent bars a lot are called “bar flies,” but I always get this image in my head of all these big, horse flies swarming around and getting stuck in a puddle of warm beer. They try to move about and escape,

Happy Hour – those two words can make my face light up like a child who just got her first taste of Halloween candy. In other words, I’m a big fan, and thank goodness I live in a city where it’s always Happy Hour somewhere. Sometimes, though, I find myself

  I’m not exactly sure what it is about the Noc-Noc that makes me black out every time I go there. Well, not all the way (since they don’t serve Fernet Branca) but, pretty close to it. Maybe it’s the toxic mix of I.P.A. and hot Sake just before the