Sometimes you read and come across some strange things during the course of the week.
I just read a news article about a hot dog vendor here in NYC that is selling those dirty water dogs along with hot pretzels for $30. Yes – thirty freaking dollars! Are you kidding me? Now, I can see paying maybe $2 for one of those belly bombers but this insane. Obviously, he is feasting upon visitors from overseas that know no better, and even though I’m not a huge fan of most annoying tourists, along with the bridge and tunnel suburbanite crowd that piles into the city on the weekends, even I would put a stop to this jerk if I saw him trying to rip off someone like this. Heck, even I have a bit of ethics in me believe it or not. Maybe sell it for $10…….
Another thing I read today was the story of how a girl’s sweet 16 party was bombarded by flying poop out of the sky! The family and friends were having a get together for her big birthday when feces just came out of the heavens and rained down upon them. They are assuming it was from a plane that had passed and somehow unloaded it’s crapper. Now, my mom and older relatives would always say it’s good luck when a bird poops on you, but I wonder if that would also hold true if big ‘ol Billy Bob dumped his bowels on your head from way up high? Continue reading Fleet Week, Letterman, NYC News, and $30 hot dogs.→
Here we are again at another borderline holiday that really makes no sense at all here in NYC, or in all of the United States really. It’s just another excuse for white people, bro’s and fratties, among legions of suburbanites, to go out and get shit-faced on cheap tequila, margaritas, and Coronas! Now, I’m not saying that myself or my friends have never done the sombrero crawl on May 5th partying it up for Cinco de Mayo, but I’m pretty much over the amateur hour of drunkenness to celebrate a long ago Mexican battle. The date is actually observed to commemorate the Mexican army’s improbable victory over French forces at the Battle of Puebla on May 5, 1862. It’s a sense of pride for many in that country. It is NOT Mexico’s Independence Day, which is on September 16th. Just sayin’.
Then again, does anyone really care here in the States? Not really, as it’s just another reason to go out after work and get polluted while eating at bad Mexican restaurants and feasting on nachos and tacos. We all love tacos! There are so many ways to make them – meat, fish, vegan – that there is something for everyone’s tastes. Helps soak up all the booze too. Here’s another fun fact – it’s also Taco Tuesday! Continue reading Happy White People Getting Drunk Day! Cinco de Mayo!→
I’m always up for a quality made libation! Very nice addition to the Murray Hill area close to where I work here in NYC. Middle Branch is the sister speakeasy cocktail joint to downtown Little Branch. Lacking the bro-fisting that is normally seen in bars around these parts it’s a classier choice to score a liquid refreshment. Heck, “Home On The Range” is a terrific cocktail, and at $12 a bit cheaper here than at most speakeasies in NYC!
Been here a few times now for an after work cocktail. As it’s kind of hidden in what looks to be just another residential brownstone you can easily walk by, but it’s not all that hard to find. There is a plaque on the face of the building with the letters MB along with a wrought iron fence that surrounds it. As it’s a two story place the open windows with patrons seen drinking during warmer weather kind of gives it away. Continue reading No Bro-Fisting. Just great cocktails at Middle Branch in NYC.→
Here we are again at another St Patrick’s Day in NYC. Being that it landed on a Sunday this year it offers a full weekend of drinking revelry. Yesterday was the actual parade during a crappy rainy and snowy day. Still did not stop the drunken revelers from bar hopping last night. Now today it’s a beautiful Sunday morning and the amateur hour will be in full effect all day up and down Second Ave where I reside on the UES. All the idiot bridge and tunnel crowd will come out from the burbs to bar hop all the frat boy and sorostitute bars that line the area. The locals will stumble home and pass out. There will be drunken hook ups galore. There will be a few intoxicated fights. Maybe a few people passed on on the sidewalks. Mostly, there will be vomit. A lot of vomit. Just walking up the street to my local coffee haunt this morning I had to maneuver around a few puke puddles dotting the street. The bars love this day as they make a killing on green beer and mediocre corned beef & cabbage plates. People that live here such as myself just laugh at these morons. Now, not to say I have not been a drunken moron myself on this day when we all pretend to be Irish, as I have partaken in the party a few times too, but I just can’t do it anymore. It’s not worth the pain of getting up the next day for work and feeling like ass all day.
There are some good bars in the area to party at I do admit. Living on the Upper East Side / Yorkville area for many years holds a big advantage on St Patty’s day is that you really have no reason to leave the area to get your drink on. The bars and pubs up here easily serve their purpose on this day. Here are a few suggestions if out and about up in my neck of the woods. Just avoid the vomit bombs on the streets while wearing the green and bar hopping today! Continue reading Happy St Patty’s Vomit Day NYC!→