Katherine Rivard

The cold hurt my bare fingers and my phone was almost dead, making me loath to double-check the directions on Google Maps. I arrived at what I thought was my destination, but instead found HiLot, a fancy cocktail bar that requires you to ring a doorbell to be let in. Confused, I tried the bell […]

“At the beginning, I didn’t like the nickname IWAS, because I didn’t want ‘I was something’—I wanted to be forward-thinking,” said Heidi Russell, discussing the acronym for her business, the International Women Artists’ Salon. Founded in 2008, IWAS has produced over 300 events and partnered with dozens of institutions. In this time, Russell has connected

Last month, as the weather dipped and the days got shorter, eggnog returned to the dairy aisle. I found myself pouring a glass at home and topping it with just a splash of brandy. The creamy elixir inspired! Soon I was researching if there were any bars in lower Manhattan offering eggnog this season. With

In the NYC 2025 Primary Election Voter Guide, sixteen of the twenty mayoral candidates listed affordability or a related factor as one of their top three issues. Rent is high, MTA trips add up, and even a bacon, egg, and cheese feels more like a special treat these days. But despite the uphill financial battle

The first time I went to Fanelli Cafe (at the corner of Mercer and Prince Streets), I was meeting my boyfriend at the Angelika Film Center on West Houston Street and needed to grab a bite beforehand. I chowed down on a burger and fries ($22, plus $1 for cheese) and itched to strike up

I dropped a book off at the little free library near my apartment and a passerby stopped to ask if it was any good. The novel, Russian Gothic, is dark and horrible. The woman walked away, calling over her shoulder, “I get enough of that in the news!” I commiserated. I had started the month

“Your new review is a great addition to Google. Contributions like this help others make decisions about the things worth doing and the places worth seeing.” I received this message after posting my first Google review. It was for a small restaurant I had popped into, despite not finding it while searching for lunch options

A few years ago, I arrived early for my middle school reunion at a bar, thinking it would be fun to sip a few vodka sodas and read The Idiot before socializing. Turns out, I was the idiot to not recognize how much I’d imbibe while distracted by Prince Myshkin’s tale. Drinking and reading are