New York neighborhoods used to be measured by the quality of their saloons. One of the reasons Brooklyn’s Bay Ridge always hovered near the ...

Almost 18 years ago I wrote my first column for The Irish Echo. It concerned an official projection that in order to stay solvent Social Sec...

With its working class roots and boozy background, rock ‘n’ roll often teeters on the edge of chaos and violence.   Rock music, on the other...

We Irish tend to admire our writers. After all, it’s a lonely old job - long hours spent mooning into monitors, broken only by visits to the...

Stefan Lutak was Ukrainian. He owned the Holiday Cocktail Lounge on St. Mark’s Place. Despite its name it was a beer-and-shot joint I stumbl...

I was on the Union Square subway platform when I heard the familiar notes cascading off in the distance. With the arrival or departure of a ...

  What a blast to move to New York from     Wexford town - the size, the bustle, and the sheer moxie of the city, but also the originality a...