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AAh, those first couple
of post-college years spent drinking Bud Light at 4 AM on Thursday
nights... Ah, the days when wearing your "good" hat constituted formal
wear... If it's been a few years since you waited around in the Lambda
Lambda Lambda basement for the fat dufus in work boots to pump the
keg of Koch's Golden Anniversary--and you have a great urge to rekindle
that flame of stupidity in your life--then head on over to Gin Mill
and get yourself an eyeful of the good old days. Challenge the dude
in the white Florida State cap to a game of "no-spinning" foosball.
That youngish co-ed in the off-the-shoulder, "me Jane, you Tarzan"
getup looks ready to throw a dart or two. Jeez, that guy with a serious
case of chick-ass takes his Yankees very seriously. My, they are all
consuming pitchers of light beer at an alarming rate! Much like our
youth, that couple mauling each other in the corner will soon be slipping
away, but if you want to drown your sorrows with your own kind, you
can always rent the cool downstairs room that comes complete with
a fireplace and its own bar. For those of you who have ever been to
Syracuse, think Chuck's minus the stupid Hacky Sack hippies and surly
GDIs. [MF]
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