August 29, 2008 § 1 Comment
Denise and I planned to check out a bar near my work, Subway Inn, which is supposed to be one of the last remaining dive bars in Manhattan. A dive indeed: the place smelled like a bathroom, the music blared, and every seat in the house was taken.
Someone on yelp wrote:
“I love a good dive, so long as the staff provides a nose clip and goggles.
Ew. Ew. Ew. I can scratch at my tongue all night, but I’ll never get clean a la Lady McBeth.
Subway Inn is trashy, nasty, and absolutely scummy. I went on a bad date here. I don’t really talk to that guy anymore…”
So yeah, I guess I like dive bars, but not that divey.
We ended up at Serendipity 3 where we each enjoyed a Frrrozen Hot Chocolate. I’m trapped in a vicious tourist cycle, although there’s nothing vicious about it.
ALSO! One hour until Obama’s speech. I can’t contain my excitement.