Neon beer signs and red lighting reflect off a black and white checkered floor, while people trade strange stories at little tables, each individually lit by it’s own pinkish colored lamp. You scan the crowd and see a couple old drunks, tall, hot model-looking girls, guys in jackets from a

Hear me out guys, ok?  Because I’m about to tell you some crazy shit right now.  There is currently $10,000 worth of gold coins hidden somewhere in the City of New York.  All we know so far is that it wasn’t hidden in Central Park and that pirate puppets are

One of the most interesting urban planning concepts (taught to me by my urban planner best friend) is the privatization of public space.  Once she pointed it out using the tiny, rotating bus shelter seats that one can hardly sit on, let alone sleep on as an example, I can’t

Every weekend in this fair city, hundreds if not thousands of people get their drunk pizza fix before heading home. I’d say the witching hour is somewhere between 1 and 3 am, but guaranteed you’ll see every local slice spot filled to the brim with dipsomaniacs ordering toppings and flavor

Marcus Samuelsson is the much-celebrated New York chef who has been at the helm of restaurants like Aquavit, Merkato 55 and the upcoming Harlem spot Red Rooster. He also won Top Chef Masters recently, hilariously, while rocking a pair of Burberry pants with his chef’s jacket for nearly the entire

I love sandwiches to an embarrassing extent. They are compact and deeply satisfying; making a great one requires an understanding of the delicate nature of balance and portion in food. Also, holy jesus, are they delicious. But sandwiches get a bad rap from time to time, especially when people try

Unlike babies in bars, which people frown upon, it is sometimes okay to have dogs in bars. Especially at Luckydog, where dogs are given free rein to sit on the stools, run all around, lick your shoes, whatever. If you’re not a dog owner, this can, at first, be a little

Even if you don’t have a wad of cash in your pocket, who says you can’t enjoy a little window shopping. Fellow Broke-Ass Anna G has already clued us into stress-free sanctity that is Franklin Ave in Greenpoint, and after making a pilgrimage myself, I have to agree with her.