Most nights out in New York force some difficult decision making: dance party? karaoke? dirty bar? bowling? Why do these need to be mutually exclusive? At Brooklyn Bowl on Mondays, they don’t. Karaoke Killed the Cat is a FREE karaoke night that promises to be both karaoke for people who

When you need a new roommate to help cover half the costs of your midtown (or uptown or downtown) studio ‘“ because your previous roommate decided to skip out on the lease early to ‘œfind’ himself somewhere in Sumatra ‘“ Craigslist is likely the first place you look. But Craigslist’s

Barfly Be Thy Name – The Uptown “Seedy, working girl bar” is the way I’ve heard the Uptown best described ever since moving to the city, but on a recent Friday night there wasn’t a lady of the evening to be found. I was meeting my friend Sabina, in for

Movies are fucking expensive. Seriously, finding a theater that will let you escape reality for less than $12 in this city is practically unheard of. It’s not just tickets: I recently paid $4.50 for a bottle of Dasani (102 degree heat wave, I was desperate okay?) at a theater in

Having recently traveled to Hermosa Beach in California, and consecutively attempted to hit up all of New York beaches, I feel like each has something to offer. These two coastlines couldn’t be more different, and that’s mostly because of the people who flock to them rather than the physical landscape

Once a week we present Broke-Ass Porn.  It’s visually stimulating material for the financially impaired.  If this shit doesn’t get you going, you’re not as broke as you thought: There are few things more powerful within the mythology of the broke-ass than the burrito.  It’s a life sustaining thing.  Everyone

Sure, there’s something to be said for going to brunch at Andalu, spending $15 on bottomless mimosas and God only knows how much on ahi tuna tacos (the least appetizing-sounding hangover cure ever), but sometimes you just want that greasy, down-home egg, bacon and hash brown plate without the hibiscus

Well as the cheesy weatherman on TV say, it’s another “scorcher” out there. Sure you could go to the movies, maybe a museum to escape the heat, but why not take advantage of New York’s short but sweet beach season and get your ass over to Far Rockaway for some