It's like a party at your friend's shitty borough apartment. Because it's a bar in a shitty borough apartment. No, this bar is literally housed in what I assume...
My grandfather (b. 1910), who lived a good chunk of his adolescent and adult life in Williamsburg, would be thoroughly confused by this place. "Mr. Hipster," he...
I'm not really certain why they gave this thing a German name, as there seems to be little German about it. Instead it's kind of a combo of Cooter's garage and ...
There was a day not long ago that I convinced myself that I'd never see a show in a classy Brooklyn joint like this. I used to see shows I wanted to attend list...
I could see how having this joint right next to the subway exit could get dangerous. You've had another late-ish night at your job in Manhattan, and you step of...
If you're coming to Radegast, you better leave your noodle-arms at home. The beers go about 20-25 pounds and the raucous atmosphere will have you raising it to ...
What? BBQ in the middle of hipster central? Kinda like having an ironic pastrami sandwich in Anchorage. Or a taco in Boston (don't laugh, I've done it). The two...
I will come right out and say that I'm by no means a local when in Brooklyn. In fact, I feel like a bit of a fish out of water walking around the streets of...
There are more music spaces these days in Williamsburg than there are ironic mustaches on the M train. Even semi-hidden ones like this one. Squirrelled away...
I think this is what Brooklyn had in mind when it decided to become the new Brooklyn. And Williamsburg decided to transition from the neighborhood from which my...
And here is Mr. Hipster in the ultimate hipster neighborhood eating dinner while the babysitter-meter churns and churns back at the homestead. So un-hip. But de...
Welcome to the Citizen Kane of the New York steak world. There are so many good steak houses out there, but this is the place that every New Yorker swears by--i...
