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Originally planning
to go next door to Stout
prior to seeing The
Police pull out their walkers and breathing tubes at MSG,
we ended up staggering into Fat Annie's after being summarily turned
away at the clusterfuck one door down. Fat Annie's was remarkably
uncrowded considering its neighbor’s bustling craziness. Perhaps
the older folks attending a band's concert whose best days were twenty
years ago were scared off by the kitschy truck stop theme, high ceilings,
dim lighting and grease and beer smell. The place does have a certain
weird, open warehouse feel to it, which gives it a kind of cold, oddball
disorienting atmosphere. We had a short wait of about ten minutes
to get a table, so we sat at the long bar being assaulted by tens
of flatscreens all blasting old concert footage of The Police from
the eighties. We watched as two awkward dudes flirted with the attractive
bartender, and settled in with a couple domestic brews. Much like
other joints around MSG, this felt less like a destination than a
way station on a journey to somewhere more grand. We were finally
signaled to take our table, and in a completely professional manner,
knowing that we had somewhere to be, the waitress took our order and
delivered our food so quickly that I had to think the burgers and
fries were just sitting there waiting to be delivered. And, wouldn’t
you know it, the thing was damn tasty. It really was a decent burger,
much to my and Ms. Hipster’s surprise. I’m kinda glad
we skipped the Frito pie, though, and went traditional. All in all,
it wasn’t a wholly unpleasant experience, and I could see this
being a decent place to come and drink beer and watch sports after
work sometime. Although it is hard in a place like this not to feel
like a Disneyfied tourist. It just makes you feel silly no matter
how much of badass you are. [MF]
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