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Check into the Back Room at One57 for some NYC opulence.

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Do you like fancy?

Do you like sexy?

Do you like opulence?

Do you like seriously quality made drinks with a lot of booze in them?

Then head on over to The Back Room at One57. It’s located inside the sleek new Park Hyatt Hotel in midtown Manhattan NYC. The lobby host greets with a smile and directs you to take the elevator up to the 3rd floor restaurant. As the doors part you walk into a room of high ceilings and luxury surroundings. Think marble, glass, couches, and refined ambiance. The kind of spot where the men are smartly dressed in suit and tie, and the ladies in designer dress wear.

We sat at the bar on this night and had a wonderful experience. The staff here is highly professional, and offers exemplary service. Great bartenders that will partake in polite conversation and attend to your needs. If you chat them up and get to know them a bit they are actually friendly guys. Plus, they make a mean cocktail. Always a plus! Continue reading Check into the Back Room at One57 for some NYC opulence.

Do girls poop? That, and other NYC mysteries of flatulence.

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Do girls poop? I was recently confronted with that question and still pondering an answer. Does anyone really know? It’s one of those mysteries of the universe. When dating we never really see them go to the bathroom to take a hairy dump. If they do go it’s usually for a quick pee so there is no way they can squeeze out a quick one in that time. Not like us dudes as we can clip off some cable in minutes and be right back at the dinner table without missing a beat. Plus, don’t even suggest they go in a public place! That is akin to heresy! Here in NYC there is a definite lack of clean public restrooms to use other than finding a Starbucks without a line of people waiting as long as at the DMV. Even some of those can be pretty scary at times. Women will actually hold it in all day than sacrifice sitting their butt flesh on a foreign toilet seat. Just do the hover! I could never do that to myself. Guys are like bears and the whole city is our woods, or toilet bowl so to speak. I have discovered some ingenious spots to get relief – hotels, restaurants, gyms, porta potties, behind a parked car, etc. Oh, don’t ever ask a girl to go in a porta pottie unless you want to experience the “stink eye” and a smack upside your head. A porta pottie to a women is pretty much the last resort, and like asking them to enter the third portal of Hell itself. There are some things that just can not be unseen in them. Continue reading Do girls poop? That, and other NYC mysteries of flatulence.

Dirty Pirate Hooker shots in a NYC dive bar! Aaaaaaarrhh!

Photo credit - Mike W - Yelp
Photo credit – Mike W – Yelp

Again, I can’t emphasize how much I love this divetastic bar! After another night of boozing here during this past Friday happy hour I realized where I now want my ashes spread when the day comes. Iggy’s Keltic Lounge located on the Lower East Side of NYC is one of those spots where you wander in and like a black hole all time is sucked away as you stumble out hours later.

Walking in and taking a seat the heavy metal sounds of old Metallica, GNR, and Iron effing Maiden are blasting out of the amazing jukebox here! Yes, this is a bar for metal, rock, and punk. If you listen to top 40 pop, hip hop, rap, crappy Taylor Swift and Maroon 5 dreck please leave and throw yourself under a bus. You have been warned. I just put $10 in the box and picked 30 songs that include Kiss, Maiden, Judas Priest, Ramones, Black Sabbath, The Smiths, and some Johnny Cash among others. Always play some Johnny Cash.

An affable bartender who thinks he is a pirate, dresses like one, and will great you with a hearty hello while setting up your libation. Pirate Mike is the man. He works the bar pretty much by himself during happy hour and the occasional weekend afternoons that I have drank the day away here, and he is a pro at it. He loves the lasses and they would walk the plank for this sea dog. Yo Ho Ho! Continue reading Dirty Pirate Hooker shots in a NYC dive bar! Aaaaaaarrhh!

The South is a scary place for this Regular NYC Guy!

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The South. Just the word and imagery conjures up the willies in me. Every once in a while I travel down to these parts to visit family. They decided to do the old folks retirement thing and settle down in Florida a few years back. Yup – they hightailed it to the humid hot confines of the scary South to get away from the Northern winters. Seems like it’s a law or something that once you hit 65 or older you need to return to the mothership of Walmart and Waffle House. There are some freaks down here for sure. If Jerry Springer could be elected President of Crazy this would be his country. It’s a strange combination of retirees, transplants, an occasional native born here, and zombies from The Walking Dead. Oh, and don’t forget “The People of Walmart” as they seem to thrive in Florida. I am typing this post while on vacation down here with the parental units, and we are at the Tampa Hard Rock Casino for a few days before we do the Disney thing. Oh boy, are there some characters in this joint. I can hear “dueling banjos” playing in my brain constantly down here. Hey, we actually did pretty well playing dollar slots and poker. Also, we are fans of The Rat and the Death Star known as the Disney Parks. Say goodbye to my cash and credit cards! The saving grace is that we will be at Epcot for the International Wine and Food Expo which is an absolute blast. It’s the one day at a Disney park that turns into a drunkfest along with total gluttony! It’s like adult’s day to get bombed and it’s perfectly ok! I’m all excited for Brews Around The World. So. Much. Beer.

You all know what EPCOT stands for right? Every Person Carried Out Trashed! Good thing mom doesn’t drink so we have a built in designated driver. Poor mom. Mmmmm…..Beeeeer!

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