If you're not going to spend Cinco de Mayo on Alma's amazing roof deck sipping blood orange margaritas or enjoying one of the incredible tequila flights at Elote, we have some slightly more questionable, but definitely more economical options to celebrate your (doubtful) Mexican heritage.

Allan and Matty take a trip down to Philly's Rum Bar

I've recently moved to Jersey City, and for a number of reasons, I was less than enthusiastic, until I found what might be one of my favorite bars... ever.

So, now y'all know this blogging thing is merely the tip of an iceberg of depravity. In the not too distant future, we will be working non-stop to make sure every last dime of your disposable income is in the wrong hands of people like Matty and I. We're going to take you on our hedonistic binges roughly as often as you brush your teeth, which will likely inspire you to brush your teeth a lot more.

I do my best to make the rounds at as many NYC bars as I possibly can, and over the course of my travels, I plan on reporting back to you.  So, without further ado, here's what my Saturday night was like: