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You can spot him a mile away. He's usually the one with the hat worn slightly askew and the top three buttons of his shirt undone, saying the word "bro" over and over. He's at a table at the bar, may...
FROM THE FOOD PAGE...
Forking Stupid: Green Eggs Cafe schools Nicole in the art of breakfast
By Nicole FinkbinerSince the restaurant is known for both its sweet and savory menu—and, really, no one should ever be forced to choose—Chef Israel “Izzy” Romero and I went ahead and cooked one of each: fried chicken and waffle Benedict and red velvet pancakes.
DRINK > REVIEWS
Urban Enoteca's 'Wine Bar' Charges an Arm and a Leg for Even the Most Uninspired Brands
By Brian FreedmanYou know the moment at the end of a date, that nanosecond between the time you decide to go in for a kiss and the moment your lips actually touch for the first time? That’s kind of how I get right before opening the list at a wine bar I’ve never been to. But reading the glass list at Urban Enoteca was the equivalent of making out with a dead fish.
DRINK > REVIEWS
Better Than Best: Bars
By PW StaffPW's drunks think Locust Bar is the best straight bar that's turning into a gay bar. They also think Abby's Desert Lounge is the best place to catch an awesome cover band. Cheers!
DRINK > REVIEWS
Bar Review: Local 44
By Rachel Riot and Kunoichi EricaFinding a good bar is like finding a soul mate. The very air around you should sing softly of future memories forged on the strength of the bond created upon that first fateful meeting. When your foot crosses the threshold for the first time, the force of the atmosphere should drag you forward like a willing victim into Dracula’s castle. The personality of the bar should fold itself around you, whispering assurances that you have indeed entered a space that is alive: with excitement, with curiosity, with warmth.
