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May the road always rise to meet you. And on March 17, may that road be Fifth Avenue, site of a rollicking celebration honoring Ireland's patron saint. More...

Foreclosed houses are everywhere! Everywhere! What good is an empty home that is owned by a heartless bank conglomerate? Well, some kids in Florida came up with at least one reason, when they decided to throw "a raucous bash that caused about $75,000 in damage and resulted in the arrest of 17 partygoers." Besides broken windows and wall damage, officers shockingly found Bud Lite on the inside the 4,000 SF home, which is currently owned by Wells Fargo. The room above was converted into the "Sex Room" and the "Gettin' Booty Room", a real double threat. Hopefully, some kick ass lofts will be seized here soon, so our disaffected youths can go all foreclosured on them. [TSG]

Photo via GoaG, PMc While we have never been a fan of bottle service, we certainly have understood it's place in the nightclub business. Then, a bottle with juices, soda, and red bull wasn't enough. How could you top it? Sparklers. Crowding into a table and paying a 300% markup had to start coming with a $.10 wanna be firecracker to make patrons feel all warm and tingly inside, helping expand the "look at me" nonsense that was pervasive in the bottle buying culture. When it was Dow 14,000, that was well and good. People wanted a sparkler for buying a PBR, nevermind Moet. But things have changed. People have changed. Hell, Grandma Clara has become an internet celebrity for sharing her depression recipes, because that's what we're all going to be eating in another six month. We're not saying to stay home, waiting for the word to crack open each other's skulls and feasting on the goo inside. But maybe, just maybe, it's time to lose the sparklers.

Have you been looking for the definitive list of New York City hotspots? We have great news! Men7.tv has unleased their own Top 7 list, and it's a doozy. Surprise #1 is #5, Max Fish, which is described as a place for "hipsters and wanna be hipsters". Hmmm, still not sure how it fits in as a hotspot, unless the hostess is doing the bartender or something. #1 on the list is the Beatrice Inn, which, according to Men7, is only for celebrities. Too bad that's not you.

Being a lover of most things German bar related, we were pleasantly surprised to come across Wechler's Currywurst, a new brat/sausage/wurst and beer joint that quietly opened last week in the East Village. The tiny space serves up a variety of sausage flavors from the famous Schaler and Weber in Yorkville, and offers several choice German brews on tap. Even better, grab a table at the International Bar for their Dow 7,000 cocktails, and then take order a few brats to go and carry them next door. A winning combo every time.

So everyone and their mother knows about Crocodile/Alligator's free pizza with drink special, but BlackBook has some advice on other places to go to score free grub with drinks, including top-of-the-list gourmet curry popcorn at molecular gastronomy establishment, Tailor [Blackbook] Studio B is back! And to sweeten the deal for non-Brooklynites (we can't imagine why), they are offering a free drink with proof of car service or taxi dated that night [NYM] 99% of the year we prefer partying on this coast to our western counterpart, but the night of the Oscars is that other 1%. Gawker has the pictures of everything we missed [Gawker] With the success of 1/2 drinks on Tuesday, Allen&Delancey is now offering a Sunday night half-priced wine and a tasting menu for $38. Yum [Eater]

A boutique hotel in the Lower East Side with an exclusive lounge that is in soft opening mode now, soon to be open only to guests and card carrying members. Been there, done that. But we decided it was our duty to check out Above Allen, the new lounge at the Thompson Lower East Side, to see if this was just more of the same, or if the space could distinguish itself as unique in a crowded field. The verdict? Dare we say a success? We dare. The greatest aspect of the lounge is its location 7 stories above ground, allowing its guests to seemingly hover above Allen St (get it), with breathtaking western views of Lower Manhattan and Midtown. The music was good, the scene was lively late into the evening, and the drinks, while on the expensive side, were certainly not eye gouging ($6 beer, $11 cocktails).

A Little Birdy who spent their weekend persuing Craigslist found this doozy of a listing, which is looking for Club Promoters who want to be a reality tv star. Gee, do you think there may be one or two of those? According to the ad: This reality show is highlighting New York City nightclubs. We want to get close and personal with major club promoters. Promoters whose one and only job is making sure the nightlife in this city is still thriving despite the current financial climate. We would like to dive deep in their world by observing their business as well as intimate and personal relationships. We smell an Emmy.

Eater's Twitter feed reports a "Street brawl in front of 10 person line (and gathering passersby) at Bowery Electric at 2:30 last night." Is this a result of the economic downturn causing people to turn violent, or just some d bags with nothing better to do with their time? We vote for the latter.

Behold White Slab Palace! Urban Daddy breaks word that the long in development follow-up from the owners of the much loved Good World are finally poised to launch their new space at 77 Delancey. According to UD, the White Slab is a "more whimsical, somewhat rustic and totally versatile cousin" to Good World, serving up GW famous Beet Bloody Mary's and wine on tap to the Scandanavian-centric crowd. Groovyness to the max!

Close on the heels of NYC Fashion Week, a Little Birdy tells us that "1Oak is taking over Sens for Paris Fashion Week and The Eldridge is taking over VIP Room for Paris Fashion week." The bad news is that the moves are not permanent. Sigh.

After Sixpoint's recent run in with the Fed's, we learn from the Pointer's that they plan to continue with the original Hop Obama recipe but under a different name, with Sixpoint spokesman Jeff Gorlechen telling the City Room “We have a name. But I don’t want to tell you.” We thought it may be helpful to add our own two sense, with CR commenters already having suggested "Ale to the Chief" and "Audacity of Hops". Very catchy. So if you have any ideas, drop them in the comments and we will make sure Team Sixpoint gets them.

On a whim, we decided to pop into Von last night for a quick how's your father. Since we were feeling rather saucey, we decided to kick it old school with a Manhattan, knowing the bartenders at the joint always make a quality drink. We were dismayed when we were told the drink was $11, which we thought seemed more expensive than we remembered for the place. But the drink was a drink. Nice glass, great pour, strong and tasty. Now we know there are standard sizes for drinks, but in these Dow 7,000 days, big glasses of liquor helps ease everyone's pain. High praise for Von. Praise!

In response to the price of coke falling in Europe . . . Coke is for LOSERS that don't have enough self confidence! - PlatinumGirl76

There are lots of deals popping up in various NYC joints. What about people who have been laid off and want to start drinking when they get out of bed? Head down to the Blarney Stone on Fulton, where they start slinging discount domestics at 11:00 AM. The deal only runs on Thursdays and Fridays - so you are on your own the rest of the week.

Good news for our European friends who enjoy dabbling in le schneef. A new UN report says the "price of cocaine in Europe is set to fall even further as smugglers use new routes through West Africa and the Balkans." South American cartels have discovered new shipping routes through West African countries, and are amassing stockpiles of powder for shipment into Europe. Your house may be worth less than your mortgage, you may have been laid off, and your woman may have left you for a guy with a job, but at least you can save money on your next ball. Things may just be looking up after all. [BBC News]

Allen and Delancey's wildly popular 1/2 price cocktail night has packed the restaurant two weeks in a row. But for those who plan on attending next week, may we offer you this cautionary tale from one of our (approved) commenters: I had dinner at A&D last night (Tuesday). Being I read here that drinks were 50% off, I kept them coming throughout my meal. FYI, the oysters were phenomenal but drinks are definitely NOT 50% off in the dining room. I asked the waiter and he informed me that the Tuesday drink special only applies to drinks ordered from the bar. In other words, if you want some caramelized bone marrow with your discounted Jalisco Trail, eat at the bar. A tricky ploy that seems a bit underhanded, if you ask us. But as always, the Devil is in the details. Keep your eyes on the prize and you won't get burned Little Birdies.

By all accounts, Allen and Delancey's half price cocktail nights have been a raging success. Our opening night pop in found the place packed mob deep with deal seekers, and a spot check by Eater during week two found the place "packed from 7 - 10 for 1/2 priced drinks. Bathroom line consistently 5 deep." So while A&D's main game is gourmet cuisine, they have created additional revenue by cutting drink prices one night a week. What does this say about the supply and demand of booze in present day New York City?

The secret days of Milk and Honey are over. Long live Milk and Honey. A Little Birdy forwarded us M&H's updated website with a simple question, "where the fuck is my DBTH milk & honey coverage?" We have heard you. After the Daddy blasted Sasha's brand new number soon after it's release, Mr. Petraske has turned the game upside down. The days of the private number are over, replaced by the policy shown above. Slotted seating times from 9-10 PM, and then texting the number for availability. No show parties are charged $50, which may mean that a credit card may now be required in some cases. Funny, because they clearly say cash only, so how will that work? Expect this to be the policy until Sasha's plans to go private are finally approved. Until then, text away until you are granted access to the land of Milk & Honey.

Leave it to quirky New Zealanders to take a real problem and turn it into a beautiful and catchy song. You know what we're talking about fellas. TMD. TMD.

Photo Courtesy of CoterieDidn't make it to Le Baron this weekend? Too bad. New photo blogger Coterie was there to cover all of the juicy action, and has shots of all of your favorite faces. Our favorite was this one, which is apparently Mischa Barton. Looking good MB! The shots represent a snapshot in time of what it's like to transplant Paris into New York or blah blah blah. Blah blah.

GoaG makes a scintillating expose on how the depression recession is affecting nightlife. The conclusion? Small bars are probs fine. Large clubs are probs fine. And more research is needed about mid-sized bars and clubs. [Guest of a Guest] Eater beats NYM by a few hours in glimpsing Raines Law Room, the "speakeasy" from the team behind nightlife institution Petite Abeille. From what we see, the hackneyed vintage-derelict chic is barely anything to write home about, but it the institution is welcome addition to the vapid Flatiron area [Eater] Tuck Shop goes all the way for beer lovers. The two owners are petitioning to import VB (a Foster's brand) all the way from Australia. And props to Grub Street for going all the way to the Sydney Times to bring us this story. [NYM]

A reader writes: DBTH, Has this Economy really killed any exclusivity in NYC? I feel like anyone can get in anywhere no problems, if you're with the right girl. Even Beatrice is easy. Are there any hard doors in nyc anymore? Interesting topic, especially during Fashion Week, when flacks are throwing invites around like candy and restaurants are begging to bring in customers with all sorts of zany deals. What say you, fuzzy britches?

Being that it was a long weekend and we were taking Monday to honor our past Presidents, we decided to head over to Broome and Mulberry to check in on Goldbar's super hopping Sunday night party. Good move, since the place got crowded around midnight and stayed crowded until closing. Even during these dark days, we still witnessed a hight volume of bottles moving out to tables. The only thing moving faster was Goldbar's doorman deluxe, Jonny Lennon, who bounced inside and out all night to ensure that everything was A OK. And what about boldfaced names, you ask? Besides DBTH et al, a Little Birdy tells us, "I was at Gold Bar sunday night and Amanda Bynes was there - she waited at the front of the bar drinking water with her friend until 30 minutes later Matt Levine of the Elridge invited her to his table.. Also, the girl with the bangs from Superbad was outside trying to get in and talking to johnny, didnt get in!" Bynes, Levine, and the bangs girl - does it get more boldfaced than that? Does her flack know about this?

Last night, DBTH braved the wind on the Bowery for some free-flowin' Belvedere action at the launch of Belvedere IX. We are suckers for Le Baron aka the bar at the Bowery Hotel, and it failed us not. For entertainment, a screen involving a Belvedere IX cartoon character (adorbs) flashed above the dimly-lit bar and the Belvedere folk packed the house with cool kids while Paul Sevigney spun some excellent hipster-friendly tunes. We tried all of the cocktails, including a "deconstructed mojito" involving cotton candy which the southerner among us likened to a mint julep; and an "Andres Palmer" which came in its very own bottle, ala upscale Smirnoff Ice. Specialty shots abounded with a jello shot (ah, college) and a smores shot with a huge, perfectly burnt marshmellow (ah, sleepaway camp). Our collective sweet tooth and nostalgia effectively satisfied, we left happy (and drunky).