On Friday, September 16, two friends and I attempted a bar crawl across Manhattan, stopping at multiple midtown locales that have been featured on Real Housewives of New York.
There’s a certain doom that sets in around the eight-month mark of pregnancy; an acknowledgment that soon the baby will be here, you’ll have no time for yourself, and the next few months will inevitably be spent in a sleepless, unshowered haze. It’s around that time that many expecting mothers decide that they need to…
Are you Crazy Linda or Tall Chavvy Fighting Idiot of Old? I just went blonde, so I’m That Blonde Bitch, but otherwise I’d like to be Fat Paul, Flat Cap Coke Fiend Barred For Threatening Regulars, or else just the dreaded Jason. Who are you?
If you’re a big Seinfeld fan who is planning a trip down under, you might want to add a place called George’s Bar to your list of must-see spots. A pair of bar owners have opened up a drinking hole completely dedicated to the character of George Costanza.
On Halloween night, comedian Akilah Hughes was at a bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, when, she says, a man in an afro wig began to harass her and her friends. They left, and by the end of the encounter, she alleges she’d been punched in the face outside the Crown Victoria, a bar just a block away, as security guards…
For the better part of the last decade, I’ve been on a plane roughly six to ten times a month. By my rough estimation, that’s about 700 flights, 700 TSA checks, 700 low-coughs to let people know that you walk to the left and stand to the right (c’mon!), and 700 chances to find the best airport bar.
Staten Island, known to most in the tri-state area as a mecca of subtlety and restraint, has in its borders a liquor depository/social gathering place called The Phunky Elephant, a bar that, until recently, boasted on its menu something called a "Roofie Colada." Some patrons, it turns out, were not pleased with their…
Possibly the only thing worse than people who bring their babies to bars are the people who hate those people insistently. Talk about babies: they're all, WAH LEAVE ME ALONE I'M DRINKING WAH DON'T LOOK AT ME!
Deep in the recesses of Manhattan's East Village, there is an empty storefront that has been causing something between a scoff and full-blown outrage—the name of the place is Gestations, and it claims to be NYC's first bar for pregnant women. Brb, need to get some contact solution so my lenses don't get stuck to my…
A bar in Texas is facing backlash after a worker made a domestic violence joke on one of its signs and then refused to remove it after a complaint.
You know what one of the worst things about doing laundry is? That you can't get stupid drunk while waiting for your delicates to dry. I mean, theoretically you can, but you run a very high risk of drunkenly joining some underground laundry secret society. Those are a total pain in the ass to get out of, trust me.
Serious female sports fans are neither new nor novel, but that hasn't stopped one new sports bar "for women" from treating them as such by attempting to attract patrons with walls the color of a Barbie aisle and fancy sparkly chandeliers.
You know how even though you have a kid, you're still you, which means you still want a beer sometimes? And how the logistics of having that beer suddenly seem more difficult than the entire coordinating of having your baby including the insurance? That is because the world is not set up for you to have a beer and…
Yes, that headline is grammatically incorrect and no, that's not our fault. A tipster spotted this chalkboard at the bar Draft Barn in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn, one of three Draft Barn locations in the New York area, clearly the best of the three.
If you aren't already aware, bars in Wisconsin are a special breed of cheese curds and bizarre tradition. In a state with one bar for every 240 residents in one county, there's pretty much a watering hole for everyone, whether you're a burly biker with beef jerky breath or a soccer mom who likes to take shotskis on…
It's 11:30, the club is bumpin' bumpin', and I'm contemplating a hate crime. Wednesday night is ladies night (as in ladies who like ladies night, not a night celebrating everyone's vulva with half-priced vodka tonics), and I've wormed into a sliver of much-coveted bathroom mirror space to painstakingly reapply my…
London's Manbar is popping off with regulars and tourists alike — all looking to catch a glimpse of a shirtless Prince Harry. Un/fortunately, it's not the flesh-and-blood ginger nobleman, but instead a portrait in giant mural form. It's really great and everyone loves it. Well, except probably not the Queen, but who…
Tending bar pretty much anywhere is an endurance exercise in patience, but, according to the New York Times's resident barkeep Rosie Schaap, women in New York sometimes still have to deal with the assholiest assholes in all the world — men, who, apparently incredulous that the person pouring their pretentious glass of…
Self-diddling ladies, rejoice. Finally, there exists a bar that caters to your unique interests, something you didn't even know you needed — a tavern where the walls are lined with dildos rather than liquor bottles and ladies are free to gather and discuss how they like touching their own clitorises. Guess which…
For a trendpiece on how social media is killing the college bar, the New York Times headed upstate to prep Bacchanalia Cornell University to get some juicy quotes from bros and bro-ettes just trying to enjoy a fishbowl full of vodka in peace before heading back to a fraternity house for some sex. And while the piece…
