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 ...

This is the time of year when bar food might seem fashionable. Pickled eggs are a fine old tradition, a venerable American pub snack. Especially before Prohibition, a big jar of eggs typically stood ...

Pickled eggs here. Pickled eggs there. Pickled eggs everywhere. You can still find them in plastic buckets inside old delis, but they’re also readily available at trendy supermarkets and on refined ...

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 ...

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 ...