Batten down the hatches, internetistas, because you're about to get hit with something you just might not be able to handle:

The man, the myth, the legend; my friend Frank is blogging. And it's good! Here's a typical entry:

Man oh man, Little Giant is about the best freaking thing on earth. I got to know one of the owner's Tasha, when I had this odd job working at the bar/cafe called The Cellar. She and her boyfriend used to come in cause they lived on the block.

Be that as it may, Tasha opened up Little Giant, and the place is excellent. The food, the atmosphere, music, wine list, it's like guaranteed anal sex. Laura and I came to the conclusion that had I taken her to Little Giant on our second date, we would have closed the deal. Little Giant, people, "the place to close the deal"!

Check it out for coverage of everything in the FER5 lifestyle: alleycat racing, dog co-ownership, and the ins and outs of New York livin' for the ever-thinning margins of us without suits, trust funds, or eurotrash accents.