West Village

Ofrenda

Ofrenda

Ms. Hipster is obsessed with the Day of the Dead. She loves the calavera, which is that Mexican sugar skull thing that you see…

Tertulia

Tertulia

There is nothing I hate more on this green earth than egg salad. This hatred generally extends to any kind of hard-boiled egg, including…

SushiSamba

SushiSamba

Apparently this place used to be “hot” at some point. Hell, I know so little about what’s hot that it could still be “hot”…

RedFarm

RedFarm

This joint was probably dreamt up by our commie, pinko president who wants to take away all my guns and is a nazi. I…

The Place

The Place

[CLOSED] Who knew the little rainbow sticker on the window meant free neck rubs for all male guests!? I would have come here ages…

Perilla

Perilla

[CLOSED] I suppose you could call the chef at the helm of Perilla a “celebrity.” After all, Chef Harold Dieterle won the first season…

Maracas

Maracas

[CLOSED] Way back in the day there was a small, small man who bore an uncanny resemblance to a once mighty, yet utterly despicable,…

Johnny's Bar

Johnny’s Bar

You never know in the West Village. I stood outside Johnny’s in the sweltering pre-noon heat deciding what and where I was walking into….