There’s something about Ireland that just makes people wish they were there. It might be the beautiful scenery, the culture, or the Irish reputation for reckless beer swallowing and superior liquor holding. After some deliberation, the powers that be realized it was the imbibing, and the American Irish pub was…

I grew up landlocked and still get pretty intimidated by the great big ocean— and bathtubs, for that matter. My favorite way to experience massive amounts of water and all that lies beneath is from a few feet away, with a very alcoholic beverage firmly in my clutches.  So I…

Pompano Beach is known for its giant casino and minefield of strip clubs, but here’s a little-known fact: It’s one of the ass-kickingest places to watch a Dolphins game. Between beer-chugging camaraderie and hot girls in jerseys at Bru’s Room, a dose of hippie-paced football culture at Pat’s Place, and…

At Cosmic Bingo, you’d better hope you don’t scream “Bingo!” at the same time as someone else. Otherwise, you’ll be ushered to the front of the room to compete in that most fearsome of tiebreakers: the dance-off. In this case, a dance-off that involves a lot of gyration and removal…

Every so often, a girl’s gotta release her inner Zelda Fitzgerald. You know — be unapologetically flamboyant and tempestuous and have herself a classy adventure, replete with fancy drinks. So, last week, I grabbed a well-read wingman and we went up to Boca to pay a social visit to Gatsby’s,…

Let’s see… You can spend your Sundays watching mindless TV, laundering your undergarments, balancing your checkbook, or doing something equally and pathetically lame. Or you can slather on some suntan lotion and transport yourself to a tropical, drunken, decadent paradise during a five-hour minivacation at the poolside Hilton Hotel tiki…

Just before midnight on a recent Saturday, my two good buddies and I walked through the valet lot, gawked at the impressive collection of Ferraris, and moseyed into the ritzy W Hotel. Past the lobby’s sleek white couches, giant glass vases, and two-story fountain, we found the doors of swanky…

There’s something for everyone in here,” Bill assured me, placing his small treasure chest on the bar and opening it carefully. I was skeptical. Bill was an older gent, though it was hard to tell — he wore a black mask over his face, a pirate’s skull-and-crossbones bandanna on his…

Mondays suck. And arbitrarily, I have decided that the best cure for a shitty Monday is something tall and green. Of course, if the Incredible Hulk, Statue of Liberty, and Kermit the Frog (on significant steroids) are not readily available, you might have to make do with a strong, savory,…

The days of block parties characterized by rancid potato salad and screaming children have come to a timely end. The Sunset Blue Block Party is putting a new twist on the old-fashioned neighborhood soiree —one that involves cool blues and chilled booze. Sunday night, I sojourned deep into the humid…

South Beach is known for its swanky, passion-soaked clubs, and Fort Lauderdale — excuse me, Fort Liquordale — is known for its easy, beach-bum booze scene. Somewhere amid the sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll, West Palm gets a little left out. So, on a whirlwind tour of Clematis Street,…

It was Friday night, and I was chilling at industrial, sexy music haven Club 101. I was up on a black VIP couch, free bourbon and Coke in hand, chilling with some laid-back buddies. Suddenly, bam, I had an eyeful. Two trashed party girls — both slender-framed and long-legged, each…

Q: Where’s the best place in town to get drunk while trying to think of the name of Michael Jackson’s pet chimp? The name of a nine-sided polygon? The fruit associated with Wimbledon? What a baby hippo is called? The first Heat player to have his jersey retired? Other useless,…

When measuring a bar, I know at least one thing: It’s a good sign when people are willing to get soaked just to soak up low-key ambiance and stellar drinks. And at Matty’s on the Drive martini bar, I found a gaggle of good-looking gentlemen milling around outside, downing drinks,…

It was Friday, just before midnight, and I was standing on the third floor of Exit 66, a new club that overlooks the water on Fort Lauderdale Beach and is decorated around a road-trip theme. With its flashing lights, road signs, vacation paraphernalia, loud music, and a dirty catch phrase…

The Duck Tavern’s two large, windowed doors were open, and I could hear the faint buzz of raucous laughter and blue-collar camaraderie. I darted in and found the quaint dive packed with a friendly crowd of paunchy old gents and a couple of ladies. The evening was muggy, the bar…

The first thing I saw upon approaching Off the Hookah was a brightly dressed bevy of shrieking party girls. Amid running mascara and tiny shaking fists (with perfectly manicured fingernails), I heard rumblings about a “fake I.D.” and witnessed the subsequent expulsion of the entire pack from the club. As…

It was Friday night, and Big & Rich’s “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” echoed deep in my ears as I sipped a raspberry daiquiri and relaxed at Scandals Saloon with some of Wilton Manors’ finest gentlemen. As the Friday-night liquor-drenched festivity unfolded around me, I found myself mesmerized by…

I was leaning back on a fluffy white Tempur-Pedic mattress, sucking down a vodka tonic, and nibbling on a chocolate-covered strawberry. Past the overhead personal plasma screen TV and beyond the wall of bulletproof glass, I could make out the sexy silhouettes of gyrating partiers and hear the pulsating Daft…

Bars are pretty much like hunting grounds — everyone’s looking to trap a tight-tailed, doe-eyed trophy. Personally, I’m not a big fan of hunting in either sense of the word — barbarically gunning down a beautiful animal or relentlessly liquoring up some hottie at a bar. Something I could get…

It seems as though the quaint little archway at the front of Hibiscus House serves as a magic portal that lands visitors squarely in Key West. It was early evening when I wandered up to the wraparound porch of the yellow Victorian-style house (complete with white picket fence!). I checked…

I was at Sea Monster nightclub, trying to make conversation with a guy at the bar while pop remixes throbbed in my ears and strobe lights flashed overhead. He had dirty blond hair, an open shirt, and was slick with perspiration from recent dancing. I simply introduced myself and asked…