I like to make up fantastical stories for people I see at dive bars. I can entertain myself for hours, subsisting on nothing more than sips from a sweating glass of vodka soda and my imagination. The ...

Back in the day, every self-respecting bar had a jar of pickled eggs nestled among the cheap booze, its sulfuric tang and briny essence a great way to sop up the contents of your liver at the end of ...

The year was 2011. I was working my first editorial job in New York and my boss and I were leaving a Midtown hotel after attending some sort of media preview. As we walked by the fancy lobby bar, I ...

This article was originally on a blog post platform and may be missing photos, graphics or links. See About archive blog posts. Hatfield’s opened Monday on Melrose Avenue: The white tablecloths, the ...

A cross between a dive bar and a greasy spoon, Rio de Janeiro’s beloved (and proudly filthy) hole-in-the wall joints are some of the most democratic spaces in a deeply unequal city. Samba has returned ...