The world is a dangerous place full of fantastic creatures waiting to eat your liver or drink your organs. This year, Boo-oozy Tales pays tribute to some of the most chilling creatures from international folklore.
Saddle up your horse, arm yourself with a tot of rum and a charm against curses, and join us as we take a ride across the covered bridge into haunted Tarrytown for another evening of booo-zy tales.
In 1838, France invaded Mexico because a French pastry chef by the name of Remontel, who was working in Mexico City, had his shop ruined by Mexican soldiers.
Hercules may have been a demigod with the strength of a hundred men and a big, burly laugh, but he was also a working stiff just like the rest of us.
Now that we’ve imbibed with some of the most famous tipsy specters of the world, we’ve decided to present you with six authors with tales of horror honored by six libations.
Don your novelty cloak and top hat and join me as we visit voodoo queens, gangland massacres, Edgar Allan Poe, and a ghostly garrison in the wilds of northern New York.
Many of Dublin’s pubs are haunted by former customers for whom death is no excuse for not popping in for a quick pint.
No matter how grim the suffering, Peter Fleming could never manage to be anything other than affably self-effacing, dwelling with humorous light-heartedness on his own shortcomings.
I often forget that I worked at Atlantic Records. It was a bizarre position. Every day, I wasn’t sure I still worked there. Fifteen years later, I’m not sure I ever officially quit.
This time, foolish mortals, we’re taking our ghostly guzzling international and visiting some of the most famously haunted pubs around the world.
New York’s brownstones and Revolutionary War mansions, our cobblestone streets, and our occasional nightmarish gambrel rooftops host a number of spooks and specters, many of them famous in life, some famous only in death.