Name: Ben Harvey (pictured left)
Neighborhood: Financial district
Occupation: Co-host of the Six Pack gay radio show/podcast
Name: Dave Rubin (Right)
Neighborhood: Upper West Side
Occupation: Comedian, co-host of the Six Pack, blogger
Who's your favorite New Yorker, living or dead, real or fictional?
Dave: Dorothy Zbornak. Born and raised in Brooklyn. Retired in Miami.
Ben: Downtown Julie Brown.
What's the best meal you've eaten in New York?
Ben: Chicken kebab at Rice in Dumbo. When I lived there I ordered so often that they knew my caller ID. “Chicken kebab and Rice Krispie treat, Mr. Harvey?” Click.
Dave: Any meal at Chipotle. Those feel-good stories on the cups make me feel I'm eating a burrito and saving the world.
In one sentence, what do you actually do all day in your job?
Ben: Searching the blogs for stories, editing sound bites from right-wing loons, and exchanging so many e-mails with Dave that Gmail must have a server dedicated to us somewhere.
Dave: Basically we’re like gay secret agents sifting through all the gay stuff to tell people everything that’s going on in the whole world of gay.
What was your first job in New York?
Ben: Night D.J. for K-Rock, back in the Howard Stern/FCC crackdown days. On my first day, they gave me a company manual full of words I could use on-air in place of the word “tit.”
Dave: I don't want to brag, but I was assistant manager of an Electronics Boutique. I moved more Zelda than anybody from fall '99 to spring '00.
What's the last thing you saw on Broadway?
Dave: A homeless man fighting with a mailbox on the corner of 57th and Broadway. Oh, you mean a show? La Cage.
Ben: La Cage. Yes, Dave and I went together. No, it wasn’t a date.
Do you give money to panhandlers?
Dave: Only that doo-wop singing group on the 1 train. They always end with, "Smile, it won't mess up your hair." Turns out it's true.
Ben: Not usually, but once a guy on the train asked me what time it was, so I told him the time ... he goes, “Nope! It’s a cappella time!” and started singing. I gave him a dollar.
What's your drink?
Ben: Seven and Seven.
Dave: Love the frozen margarita. And I drink a lot of Sprite Zero. If they do an autopsy on me one day they'll find out I was 75 percent phenylalanine.
How often do you prepare your own meals?
Ben: Well I just bought a George Foreman grill, so that's a start, right?
Dave: You got a Foreman and you haven't cooked for me? Here I am eating fatty chicken like a sucker.
What's your favorite medication?
Ben: Schizandra. After I developed a problem with sending e-mails while under the influence of Ambien, someone told me to try this herbal stuff. I pop one Schizandra and next thing you know it’s tomorrow.
Dave: Whatever Ben gives me.
What's hanging above your sofa?
Dave: A piece of pizza. Let's just say I had a really weird evening.
Ben: A big old beat-up metal "SUBWAY" sign I bought off the street — it must've been stolen from the MTA. It gives some edge to my cookie-cutter apartment.
How much is too much to spend on a haircut?
Ben: $25. I go to Esquires of Wall Street. For $24.95 you get wash, cut, hot towel, and beer. They even brush you off with a broom before you leave (that part is kind of weird).
Dave: I pay sixteen bucks. Sure, my guy doesn't speak English, has rusty scissors, and drinks the blue water while cutting my hair, but the price is right.
Ben: 1 a.m. or whenever I’m done watching the latest Bravo reality train wreck.
Dave: I usually think it's safe to go to bed if twenty minutes go by where Ben hasn't e-mailed me.
Which do you prefer, the old Times Square or the new Times Square?
Dave: I was one of those guys giving out comedy-show tickets during the transition from war zone to Disney World. Trust me, the new one is better.
Ben: How about pre-bomb-scare Times Square?
What do you think of Donald Trump?
Ben: I agree with Rosie.
Dave: The guy surrounds himself with "yes" men. With everything he has, he's got no one around him who can say, "Hey Donald, ease up on the bronzer. You're already on thin ice with the hair situation."
What do you hate most about living in New York?
Dave: Despite all the people and the noise, you can go a whole day and feel like you didn't have one meaningful human connection. But that's what the Internet is for.
Ben: Bedbug hysteria. At first I experienced a bit of schadenfreude when I read the New York Magazine article about bedbugs hitting the Upper East Side and the Goldman Sachs building. But now they're everywhere. Can't these people keep their bedbugs to themselves?
Who is your mortal enemy?
Ben: Actually, I signed something saying I'd never talk about him again.
Dave: Two-way tie. Jay Leno and the guy I think Ben is talking about.
When's the last time you drove a car?
Ben: I try not to. I totaled my car right before I moved to New York, so I never really got over that oops-okay-well-this-is-it feeling you get as you’re crashing. When I do drive now, I drive like a grandma.
Dave: Couple weeks ago. Took the LIRR to my folks in Long Island to pick up a car to drive back to the city to pick up my dog and drive back to Long Island. Al Gore would not have been pleased with me.
How has the Wall Street crash affected you?
Ben: For starters, I finally got a Duane Reade card, after all these years. $5 off my next purchase? Yes please.
Dave: Wall Street crashed? Is everyone okay? I should call my accountant. Wait, Ben, do I have an accountant?
Times, Post, or Daily News?
Ben: Times on the weekends.
Dave: Really? I'm co-hosting a show with one of those pompous elitists in the New York Times commercials?
Where do you go to be alone?
Ben: Let’s just say my couch, DVR, and I have a good thing going.
Dave: Like I'm gonna tell you.
What makes someone a New Yorker?
Ben: Shameless Twitpics.
Dave: Knowing everyone else here is as crazy as you are.