Is there any point in pretending that America's Pastime is actual sport any longer? Or that the once venerable institution is worth prot...

Reason number 49 to opt for time-honored New York over the Current Hot Scene: immediately seating, with minimal bullshit. This lesson was ta...

What doesn't Bill's Gay Nineties have that "21," Pete's Tavern, Chumley's and P.J. Clarke's and other classic ...

News about McHale's, the classic Theatre District haunt whose death instigated the creation of this blog! No, it's not reopening. No...

The Midtown Real Estate Barons, incensed that the Theatre District is still sneaking in cheap booze and eats in under their very nose, has ...

Two stories in today’s papers that could only happen in New York City: the metropolis’ doormen are threatening to strike; and police and fir...

I was molding a hill for cucumbers in my five-by-three pod in my community garden on Saturday when a ship horn blast cut the afternoon air. ...

Necessity in the mother of discovery. Recently, as Passover was approaching, my wife, who is Jewish, was crying out for Kosher for Passover ...

Last week, I mustered up the courage to enter and dine at the spooky Spanish restaurant on the corner of 38th Street and 7th Avenue, the one...

I was walking down Ninth Avenue between 45th and 44th Street yesterday when I discovered to my lasting regret that the Studio Coffee Shop ha...