The year was 1995. I was living on 85th Street between York and East End. A quiet block. A very quiet block. But one with a very special secret on its corner. A...
I can still hear the faint sound of my rumbling stomach bouncing off the adobe walls in Santa Fe's vast emptiness. Why there was not another single soul in ...
Calling this place small is like saying that Tom DeLay is kind of an asshole--an understatement of epic proportions. To make matters worse, the roof sprung a ...
This place is like an institution on the UES. While so many crappy bars have come and gone over the decade or so since I've lived here; American Trash has s...
The original joint that inspired the timeless pun, "You can make a chicken roll, but you can't make a chicken roll," Mimma's serves up late night pizza and ...
The name makes it sound like there are a bunch of blue-haired yentas hanging out in this joint. Apparently my Irish vernacular isn't so good, as a biddy is also...
Uh, I've come to understand that this place closed like a week after it opened. Shame, as it was pretty well decorated and reasonably grown up in its atmosphe...
Upper East Side, living-with-mommy-spending-daddy's-credit card-kids are scary. Imagine if a couple of these kids got a "loan" from mom and dad to open a sick...
Vero is a funky little place. Not funky in an East Village kind of way, but funky in an Upper East Side, girls in designer skirts, I'm gonna get trashed on ...
Kin to the Cilantro about a dozen blocks to the north, we actually decided to sit down and eat at this location. And, to our surprise, it was pretty damn go...
"Just fuckin' kill me." That's all I kept repeating while standing in this dump. I thought I was just thinking it, but apparently I was saying it out loud--in f...
Designed to look like a quaint Japanese dojo or something, we actually saw a crazed, drunken man dressed in fatigues staring in the window tearing at his fa...
Unfortunately the name of this joint is very apropos. It made me feel very sad--mainly for this Finnegan guy, as nobody bothered to show up for his funeral. All...
It takes years of eating sushi before you start to realize the difference between excellent sushi, good sushi, mediocre sushi and bad sushi. The sushi you g...
Coming from an individual who doesn't dig on swine, this can hardly be a complete (or impartial) review. To be honest, Mr. Hipster hated Brother Jimmy's mor...
Ah, so this is where all the depressed, 60-year old divorcés hang out. Nothing says fun like four old dudes in Irish snap-brim caps holding cigarettes that are ...
If I wanted bland, watery home cooked food, I'd defrost something from my grandmother's freezer. The woman freezes soup for God's sake! This narrow UES Ital...
With the demise of Dakota, Trilogy takes over as the ultimate UES ughfest. Pushing the stereo to decibels not heard since theater owners first played that T...
