Cheese, glorious cheese! Workin' on my night cheese. Extolling the wonders of curdled cow, goat and sheep's milk is as old as the world itself. And no place in ...
It's an ironic name (kind of like the mustache on that dude hanging in the doorway), but also a pun. Get it? It's a subterranean bar (the first "up) and "up" is...
Somewhat of a cross between an ancient Irish pub and something you might find in The Shire, The Malt House pours on the rustic charm. Truth be told, it also pou...
It's always concerning going to a bar this close to NYU. You run the risk of being beaned with a ping-pong ball, getting doused with Coors Light or ap...
When I first attended a boozy brunch at Cuba we were not legally allowed to visit that country as Americans. And, honestly, I'm not even sure if we're necessari...
I somehow walked by Kenny's Castaways probably around a million times in my early life and never went inside. Something about the joint repelled me. Maybe it's ...
I'm not sure who the complete sadist was who came up with the idea for this place. Actually, I know precisely who it is who came up with this mini-chain of pizz...
I was last at a J.G. Melon -- obviously the original Upper East Side location -- back when a burger was just something you got on a paper plate with an American...
I believe a rabbit’s hole is called a "warren." I suppose I could Google that shit, but where's the fun in that? I've always said it's better to be absolutely w...
I had only been to this joint once in my life. And I recall it being dark and shabby and somewhat on the depressing, retirement home side. No wonder Keith McNal...
So, Mr. Hipster, you ask. What the hell were you doing at this Village bar just steps from NYU? Isn't this where kids go when they want a fancy burger, or are s...
This place was a total drop-in. Meaning that I was walking around with a small group of guys, had slightly dried out since our last drink and decided the jo...
I spent a whole bunch of time in coffeehouses in my teenage years in LA. At the time it was a great place for a high school guy, or group of guys, who went to...
Expectations are a bitch. Not that I knew exactly what to expect from the red-headed fat dude with the ponytail who loves to serve organ meat and weird sea crea...
I have a somewhat foggy recollection of my time at The Half Pint. In fact, I didn’t even remember going there until some blurry cell phone photos I snapped turn...
Somehow they've taken the space that was the dreadful Barney Mac's and super-sucked it. I mean I find it amazing that any place that actually serves booze c...
Reopened: Minetta Tavern (II)
The fact that this thing is just getting its place on The Survey in late 2007 is pretty funny. I've been doing this for a few ...
I can't hear the name Otto without thinking about the worst mascot in college sports history. I'm speaking, of course, about the smiling piece of fruit that is ...
