Allow me a second to pour on some haterade. Yelp provides a good basic service at its core, but it leads to abuses of power that drown out any actual establishments voice in its own reputation. Frankly, any star system seems pretty petty when trying to objectify an opinion, and

Bar food is always a conundrum. What was once a simple bowl of salted nuts has mutated into a demand for organic avocados and lightly-fried esoterica. It can be delicious, granted, but in a go-for-broke gimmick bar scene like the one that permeates Williamsburg it can be overwrought when all

In case you too have the “Salute Your Shorts” theme song running through your head at any given moment, and used to get up in the middle of the night to watch old TV shows like “The Many Loves of Dobie Gillis” and “Mister Ed” on TV Land while eating

Inspired by my fellow broke-ass Ashley’s post on “How to Feel Rich” in New York,  I recently took a friend visiting from out of town to the Bowery Hotel. Granted I’ll probably never see the inside of their opulent rooms, but I can avoid looking like a complete schlub some

This sounds like it’s going to be a lot like the game “Music Choice Challenge” I made up when I was younger, in which I flipped through the cable music channels and challenged my friends to guess the name and/or title of the song before the info came up on

When a friend who won’t even go downstairs to the bodega to get food when he’s hungry suggests spending almost an hour on the subway to get lunch from one of his favorite restaurants in Spanish Harlem, you go. You transfer 3 times without even looking at a menu first,

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

So this one day, I was working late and hadn’t left the computer for like 9 hours straight– not even for lunch, bathroom, NOTHING. I went over to my boyf’s house all exhausted and strung out on coffee with a computer screen glow permanently etched in my sight. Food was