This God’s for You
A man and a supreme being walk into a bar. It’s a hokey joke until one day it’s true and the big man starts offering tax advice.
A man and a supreme being walk into a bar. It’s a hokey joke until one day it’s true and the big man starts offering tax advice.
The top-selling spirit in Maine is a coffee-flavored brandy, something that could be straight out of old medicine texts. A hunt for the origins of a staple, in the northern woods and waterfronts.
When a cocktail is born, it receives a name. How it’s christened has as much to do with the drink’s lineage as the bartender’s mood—and sometimes, how it makes you feel after you’ve finished it.
After frequenting a local haunt where nobody knows his name, a Chicago writer makes new friends, rips on Richard Marx online, and then suddenly lands a real live celebrity musician at their door.
Elliott Smith died seven years ago today in Los Angeles. Though he’s remembered mythically in the East Village, it was in Brooklyn where he was happy.
West of Lillie’s Bar in Red Hook, Brooklyn, is a weed-tattered lot, and south of that is the Erie Basin, slated to become the world’s largest Ikea. Presided over by its eponymous owner, the bar shuns the neighborhood’s crossroads status and sticks to being a place with
New Yorkers treat drinking like exercise: done frequently, in the company of friends, and one's life becomes better. But where to go when you're tired of the neighborhood dive? We seek out the best of the best: old hotels in Manhattan.
Summer is tourist season in New York City and maybe you're one of them, on a visit to the city, unsure of where to go. Maybe you have recommendations from friends, maybe relatives have ideas for where to go; don't trust them. Trust us.