Flask and you shall receive. It doesn’t matter if you hide it under your waistband or with your boob sweat, a flask is worthless if the drink is no good.
By 34th Street
Make Penn your BYO just in time for Fling.
Rally from Fling fatigue with this souped–up hot dog.
By Solomon Bass
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If you want a step up from your average BYO, head to Effie’s.
Food and drink
Fuck your magic bullet.
Where founding father meets hipster--because aren’t we all searching for the combination vibe of both John Quincy Adams and that dude who’s got backstage passes to Bonnaroo every year?
The gay bar of your slightly more introverted dreams.
Bitches, beer and beaches.
If you can afford the drinks, this place is dandy.
Because tater tots. All the tater tots.
Local 44: the next–door neighbor you never knew you needed.
Drink of the week
The hottest thing to cool you off.
Because hangovers don't cure themselves.
Hint: There's jalepeno, too.
Better than the stuff you spiked in high school.
Exploring for the lazy.
This juicy, sweet fruit is just as nutritious as it is delicious.
While chefs push the culinary envelope upstairs, Bradford Lawrence and his team of bartenders are using scientific innovation, quality ingredients and classical cocktail knowledge to elevate the bar–side experience at Avance.
It's the city of brotherly love and food
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