I've been to Jamaica. I've been to Turks & Caicos. That doesn't make me special per se, but does mean that I've seen a jerk shack or two. Literally, though,...
Being a bar in NYC must be tough. First, there are like a million of them. Second, even when you think you have some sort of unique take on a bar, there are pro...
There are bars out there that you only end up in late at night and can't seem to recall with any type of sharp clarity. These are generally those pubs that are ...
It's only in recent years that I learned about what the heck a "cooper" is. And now I can bestow that knowledge on you: it's a dude who hijacks a plane and then...
Fancy doesn't usually fly in the East Village. Or maybe that's my 1995 brain talking. But, as it stands, Drexler's is certainly more on the fancy side than it i...
Who doesn't love a taco? Well, apparently like everyone online who has ever been to this joint. The reviews are just fucking brutal. One review site (which is d...
There was a time when Avenue C was a place where you'd be more likely to score crack than a nice cocktail. I don't even know if crack is still a thing, but the ...
Momofuku, muthafucker! Yessiree, this is the original restaurant in the Momofuku empire. Ok, calling it an empire is a little over-the-top, but this is the supe...
I've probably walked by this Hobbit-lookin' dump a thousand times in my wanderings over the past twenty years. The bar's exterior kind of looks like the outside...
I will admit that I was not entirely sober when I ate at Root & Bone. Granted, these days that may have meant that I got within five feet of a cocktail or m...
There were decades of my life in which I never considered eating German food. I thought of it as nothing but sausages and sauerkraut. It turns out I wasn't that...
I'm still not sure I know what a ssäm is, but I assume it's some Asian (possibly Korean) wrap type thing that involves meat, rice and some other stuff. That's b...
I walked in this joint wondering almost out loud why the hell I was doing it. "Self," I said, "There are like three zillion cool bars in this city and this sure...
I looked around the World Wide Web to see if any reputable sites distinguished this as a "dive bar" and couldn't really find any particular mentions of it in th...
Never having the balls to go to Dufresne's real restaurent, wd~50, I jumped at the chance to go to this, his low-rent eatery. Ok, not low-rent, but certainl...
I didn't have high hopes for this bar when I approached its True Blood-lovin' confines, but what I found inside certainly didn't align with what I saw outsi...
Ordering the PBR and a shot special while it was still light outside somehow felt like I was the guy with the flask at the five-year-old's birthday party. It tu...
I kept thinking this joint was called "Schoolbreds." Which made me think of those Little School Boy cookies. Or those shortbread things, um, Lorna Doones. T...
