I'm wondering if a celebration of Brooklyn culture is really needed in this day and age? And I'm not talking the 1910 days of Grandpa Hipster's Williamsburg, bu...
To call this a bar would be to mislead people who hang out in bars. It's more of a beer bodega with a little bar up front. Like if they served wine, it would be...
I have no idea if this place was once a garage or a stable or what, but it clearly wasn't always the German-like beer hall that it has become. Which, of course,...
One can't help but think of The Sopranos when looking at this pork store. Granted, it's in the middle of the West Village and not Newark, but certainly smacks o...
There was a time in the early nineties when every white guy on earth thought he could get away with wearing dress headwear. I went out in 1990 and bought myself...
It's like your hippie friend from New Hampshire opened an American food joint with some friends from home. You know the guy. He grew up with a hacky-sack in his...
Quality Eats is kind of what mid-level New York eating is all about. It qualifies as a steakhouse because of the steak on its menu, but it certainly wouldn't be...
It's not enough that I walk into work every day and feel goddamn ancient. Then I have to go to an early bird dinner for a drink and a burger and have to be bomb...
A bar built for a Hobbit. Like as in the Shire. That's the first thing that came to mind when I walked in already buzzing to this very cozy wood and brick space...
Ms. Hipster is obsessed with the Day of the Dead. She loves the calavera, which is that Mexican sugar skull thing that you see all over the place around Hallowe...
So, yeah, the Scottish. Or is it the Scotch? They make great booze and I'm a superfan of their tape, but I can't say I've ever heard anyone say, "Hey, dudes...
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 the dreaded deviled...
This joint was probably dreamt up by our commie, pinko president who wants to take away all my guns and is a nazi. I mean "red?" Get it, red? Like People's Repu...
My buddy suggested we go to the Rusty Knot, a bar in the West Village called "The Rusty Knot!" Wait, that's not a euphemism for a butthole? But it's a rusty. Kn...
I stopped into this place for a beer or two just because I liked the looks of it. Call it a classy redneck joint. Rather than a rusted tin roof, license pla...
I suppose you could call the chef at the helm of Perilla a "celebrity." After all, Chef Harold Dieterle won the first season of Top Chef, which I guess make...
There were tacos. And more tacos. Tacos made from duck and beef, pork, lamb, short rib pastrami and reindeer and elephant trunk. Ok, those last two are fake, bu...
I got totally hopped up on beef at this joint. Like multiple cows died in my ravenous wake. I had beef soup (yeah, I know it sounds nasty) and a short rib f...
