The East Village's Block Drugs sign is familiar to all, a beautiful gleaming beacon of old-world, indy authenticity. Those who have l...

I've cooled my heels plenty of times at the Fourth Avenue stop on the F line. Its infinite ugliness has never escaped me. But in the pa...

Pittsburgh is a home to a wealth of dive bars and working men's taverns, many of which are barely distinguishable from the homes that s...

I visited Pittsburgh for the first time recently. I had a suspicion that I'd like this city, with its interesting topography (bridges,...

We seem to be in one of those periodic spells where the New York landmarks fall like dominos. Monte's Venetian Room definitely gone for...

This is the third post of "The Union Street Project," in which I unearth the history of every building along the once bustling Br...

The genuine Jewish Kosher Deli is, as we all know, a dying New York institution. You can count on a couple hands the ones that remain. I th...

While we're on the subject of New York's dive bar genocide , let's talk about Hickey's. That this long-standing tavern on...

As long as Monte's Venetian Room just sat there being Monte's—albeit a shuttered, out-of-action version of itself—there was a whiff...

I knew changes were afoot for O'Connor's, the wonderful old dive bar on Fifth Avenue at the edges of Park Slope. The last time I wa...