Last week, I had some time to kill before an appointment, so I stopped at a newsstand and bought a paper. I have a special fondness for that particular newsstand, which is set into the …

A year ago, when I moved into this apartment, I thought I’d scored by getting a pad right above a deli, which would allow me to run errands in my pajama pants if necessary. Ran …

I have heard it said that the sweetest emotion is relief. In fact, I have said it myself, that there’s almost no feeling more delicious than coming out of a bad dream to find yourself …

I can understand how the recent heat wave might have caught the deli owners of the city unawares in the ice-cream-novelty department. After all, March lasted approximately two months longer than it’s supposed to, and …

Okay, the no-carb thing has got to go. Seriously. The weight-loss culture in its toxic and dangerous entirety has got to go, actually, but I’ll get to that in a second; first, I’ve got to …

What is the perfect snack? It is a question I have often asked myself as I lurk, unsatisfied, in the local delis — how to define and discover the ideal snack in its Platonic form, …

Regina: What’s the most pathetic thing you ever did?
Sarah: That question is waaaaaay too broad, dude. I mean, you’ve got pathetic things you do for guys, pathetic things you do WITH guys, pathetic ways you’ve …

So, I finally bit the bullet and went vegetarian. I didn’t particularly want to go vegetarian, mind you, in no small part because, as I predicted, almost everyone reacts to my new no-meat policy with …

I’ve never understood picky eaters. I’ll eat anything — and I mean anything. I’ve always eaten anything and everything, even as a little kid; I knew from reading the comics pages that kids as a …

Last Friday night, midway through the fifth hour of a six-hour drinkfest with Jonesey, I did something stupid. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I ordered a Budweiser. And another. Aaaaand another. I don’t know why I …