Southern Comfort
Monday, February 15th, 2010Brother Jimmy’s
1644 3rd Ave (92nd)
1485 2nd Ave (77th and 78th)
428 Amsterdam (80th and 81st)
Grand Central, 89 E 42nd (At Madison)
191 Lexington (at 31st)
Time: Everyday, 4-7
Price: ½ Apps (Only at the Bar), $2 Buds, $2 Frozen Margaritas, $3 Well-Drinks
Remember when “Snow Day” used to mean- hot cocoa, sledding and snow-ball fights? Now that we’re all growed up we know the real meaning- start drinking earlier. Last week’s blizzard was the perfect chance to hit up happy hours that normally you’d “flake” out on. I had the margarita, knowing well that the tequila would keep me toasty in the wet/bitter/cold that was last Wednesday. It was great for $2, although a little sickeningly sweet by the bottom. The appetizers were deep-fried delights; I tried the frickles (fried pickles with horseradish sauce) and onion straws (pictured above), which were both about $4 at the half-off bar price. Brother Jimmy’s also has a load of other deals, including all-you-can-eat bbq, ladies night, and Southern ID discounts depending on which night you saddle up! Hit it up today, or wait for the next snow day (tomorrow?)


With six locations, unlimited drinks, unlimited chips and salsa, all for the same price as a movie ticket, this is my go-to drunch in NYC (drunk + brunch = drunch). The adorable little stuffed monkey decorations throughout the restaurant somehow makes it okay that you are getting sloshed on Sunday and it’s not even noon. Good news: Blockheads also has a lunch special during the week (Chips, Soda, and entrée for $9). Better news: $3 frozen margaritas ALL DAY EVERY DAY. They don’t take reservations, but despite the amazing-ness of this special, I have never had to wait for a table. The waiters here are really nice too; they even came up with a nickname for my table, “los borrachos.” I’m not sure what it means, but I like the way they roll the ‘R’s!’ The weekend is approaching, I suggest you hop on Google Maps and figure out the Blockheads that is closest to your apartment (or the apartment of your co-worker who is pretty hot, but really annoying, but you’ll probably hook up with anyway after the Holiday Party).
At this fancy bistro, I ordered the Prix Fixe, which can be roughly translated from French to mean “pretentious brunch special that doesn’t taste very good.” For hors d’oeurves, I had a basket of gougeres, which is an oily cheese pastry that was almost as satisfying as the $1.99 cheese fries at the Harlem Chicken Palace on my block. For my Plat Principaux I ordered the sautéed skate wing, which was so greasy it skated right through my GI Tract and into the nearest waste receptacle. For dessert I had the baba au rhum, which was a small piece of cake in a puddle of rum. Don’t get me wrong, I like rum as much as the next sex-starved sailor, but it was foul. Maybe they were trying to get me liquored up so that I would think that I actually enjoyed this meal. CELEB ALERT! CELEB ALERT! I was dining with my Puerto Rican friends, and they recognized the Puerto Rican Secretary of State sitting at the table next to us. I would have taken a picture, but I was too nervous/ ill.