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Hahahahaha, I get it!
It's a play on words! It's like that place that used to be on the
UES many years ago, Mug Shots. They had booking photos of famous arrestees--and
they served beer in mugs. It's just so wacky, I can't stand it. Granted,
one will get inexpensive booze here, but probably won't walk in and
instantly get a smack in the balls, so their name is just silly and
not literal in its double entendre-ness. What you will get, though,
is inexpensive pitchers of domestic beer, a cruel sense of belonging,
and a steaming case of the crabs from the toilet seat. Scratch that,
you could probably catch those critters on one of the barstools; this
place is such a dive. Really there is no way in hell we would have
walked into this place sober to begin with, but after paying pocket
lint for a gallon of Bud, there was no way we were walking out
of here. This joint, with its beer pong table, rotten stink and off-the-charts
volume made my dumpy college bars look like The Oak Room. Normally
this would be a bone of contention with my old ass, but this place
not only reeked of barf and booze--it reeked of pure unadulterated
fun. Get yer drunk on, biatch! [MF]
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