I remember when the NY Press was cool. Back in college, I was an addict, gulping up my quota of Judy McGuire and Matt Taibbi, Jim Knipfel and Mr. Wiggles. The NY Press under Zaichick and Koyan was all anarchic hilarity, a bitter black ink bomb that finally detonated with a few dozen jokes about the pope’s death.

Many of the old press crew continue at the eXile, Moscow’s alt.weekly above a strip club. You should read it for the Dolan’s hilarious book reviews (he busted the Frey scam years before anyone else), or the classic “90 Reasons to Hate the 90s.”

The eXile is everything Vice tries to be, but isn’t.