I promise to be as objective as possible and to paint Paris without a reference to Picasso’s brush or, god forbid, Hemingway’s drinking habits.
New York winters are tame, well, at least they have been since I moved here. Of course, by saying this, I risk being called out by my gf (afrosty apartment is different, ok?). It’s cold here, sure. But after one or two blankets of snow, the streets clear and Brooklyn metamorphasizes back into the unique,Continue reading “The Bonnie in Astoria: A Log Cabin in the City Bar”
A good beer is never good enough. The only perfect beers are bad beers that accompany the best times. That’s what UH is really about.
I’m telling you–it was another misty winter night in Paris, same as all the others. Accompanied by sneakers and patterned socks, flowing overcoats and black-brimmed hats with pluming feathers, we arrive. It’s never so cold in Paris to not dress with elegance; life is never so challenging to not act with the same sentiment. TipContinue reading “Paris Isn’t Much of a Jungle, But There’s Always Tiger”
Opposite of me there is a couple, friends, what have you. One sports a poofy hairdo with blond tips, and the other a high-n-tight cut with a dad cap.
The bartender, feeling himself, threw in an orange wedge just because.
On the outside, it resembles a little Bohemian haven that you’d expect to catch while whizzing past the town of Woodstock. Wooden trinkets cover the windows, the chandeliers are crafted from wine glasses, live music is often emanating, and when it’s not live, it’s music from the Woodstock Era, Crosby Stills, Hendrix, Credence Clearwater. ThisContinue reading “Astoria: Finding your Second Home at the RAR Bar”
The term Speakeasy is an evocative concept, or at least, it used to be. It was Kafka-esque, an unknown behind an unmarked door.
‘It’s reliable, cheap, but is still, at the end of the day, a basic well drink.’ Find out how to get out of this mundane routine of ordering Gin-and-Tonics.
Feel the island spirits: 3 Must-try cocktails at the Tiki Bikini in Nassau.