As human existence goes on, I’m continually fascinated by the objects people put into vending machines. Candy bars, hot sandwiches, coffee, ice cream bars delivered by vacuum tubes, used women’s underwear, iPods, etc. But Traif Bike Gesheft’s shop installed a vending machine that sells bike parts, and I’m willing to

Pete’s Candy Store has been a staple of the Williamsburg bar scene for as far back as I can remember. And that year is specifically, 2003. Any year before that is dead to me. For those who are unfamiliar, in typical Williamsburg fashion, Pete’s Candy Store was presumably, at one

I’ve already written about the benefits (most of which include getting laid, but also that it’s FREE) of running outside instead of in a gym – so obviously we’ve come to a juncture where you are quite convinced about that necessity but unsure of where to start. Right? Good. I

Usually catching some free Shakespeare in a park involves a complete sacrifice of dignity and regard for safety by possibly sleeping but definitely waiting many hours that should otherwise be spent doing – i don’t know, EVERYTHING – in Central Park. Fortunately, the good folks at New Lions Productions want

McCarren Park is the best spot in New York to see spandex-clad hipsters sunning out their hangovers, guys selling empanadas out of Igloos, children riding scooters, fluffy dogs that fit into purses and adults playing elementary school sports. But on most days, there is an extreme lack of giant space

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

As I sit here roasting (though, I concede that the presence of sweat makes it closer to a water saute) I feel that familiar desire that comes with discomfort. It’s 91 degrees, and my forearms are coated in a thin layer of sweat. This is disturbing, as the only exertion I’ve undergone

I’m not sure if it’s because of all those terrible Brazilian restaurants in Midtown, but for some reason, whenever anyone mentions anything about going to a Brazilian restaurant, I’ll just assume it’s going to be incredibly meat-heavy, Pan-South American (as opposed to actually Brazilian), neon-lighted, and generally horrible.  UNTIL NOW.