Brittany Brave

CO-EDITOR

Where would your last Gainesville meal be? Wine at Half Cork’d. Appetizers are Red Onion. Meal at the Top. Dessert at Gelato Company. After-dinner coffee at Volta. Vomit – all over city.

If you had one Gainesville wish from a genie, what would it be? A successful record label that appeals to all Gainesville music lovers.

Favorite part of Gainesville? Four-way tie between the spirit, the Mexican restaurants, the squirrels and the homeless.

Favorite place to party? Club West. Occasionally, Rockey’s Piano Bar.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years? Using whatever power, status and influence I’ve earned to change how it’s done, how it’s viewed and what it all is. It’s about the big picture.

Arrested Development, Season 4: What Worked, What Didn't, And Why It Still Deserves the Hype

The Bluths, for all intensive purposes, are immortal.

The Gainesville Groupon

Thanks to the wishy-washy economy and the erosion of the middle class, extreme coupon-cutting has now become something you can do with your grandma over afternoon tea. It's a regular thing for generation Y now.

A Slice of Gainesville Heaven

As a proud New Yorker (er, you caught me - New Jersey-born, but close enough), Bella Donna's Italian Eatery on University Avenue holds a special, deliciously homesick place in my heart and stomach. This family-owned, authentic Italian eatery can make a pie better than your run-of-the-mill place because their business model, ownership and pizza-making skills hail from the pizza capital of the world - the Big Apple.

25 Requirements for Dating Me

My biological clock is ticking, fellas. Every day that I don't give birth to something is one more day my primal purpose in this world clearly goes unfulfilled. It's also one more reason for me to loathe a certain 6-8 day span of time every month. Author's note: if you're not into TMI, you should probably stop following my stream of consciousness here on GainesvilleScene.

Scene On St. Patty's

St.Patrick's Day 2013 taught me some real life lessons. I'm not even Irish, but I am a young woman, making her way through a college town full of weirdos, and trying her best to maintain a sense of humor, even when some kid spills a pint of Rolling Rock on your hair.