I would rather masturbate with a cheese grater. Let that soak in folks.
As I stated in the previous blog that we rang in 2016 with friends from Brooklyn we decided to do it again. We called up Murphranks and since Kanye had his nervous breakdown and wasn’t going to play the Barclay’s Center we decided to have dinner and then drinks out. Earlier in the week when I was talking about New Years Eve Parties with a coworker we did speak about what we were going to do. I told her that we planned on having dinner in an East Village restaurant and then we would go from there.
L’Apicio was the joint that the Murphranks and us dined at and it was a good time. We ate all kinds of fancy food but considering we just paid off the balance to “Homeless Tim” for our Per Se dinner we didn’t go all out and even picked up a Groupon. Afterwards we decided to visit a dive bar that wasn’t far from L’Apicio. You recall when we went to Milanos Dive Bar for some Bud Lights back in the summer. It was in our cross hairs and made our way there. We make our way to the back and naturally Mr. 3 First Names and I start pounding beer like it is was our job. We meet the owner of the joint who probably got beat up a lot as a child because of his first name. It was a good time and we rang in the New Year in high fashion.
That is Constantine on the right. ‘Stan’ owns the joint and is a nice fellow. He wanted to grab a pic with us.
Our last visit we didn’t notice the old ass Church lights above the bar. No Dickhead in the hat, I am not taking your picture. Pipe down, I know you are crushed you didn’t get to ‘hear’ Moriah sing.
I think they changed the lights since the last time we visited this joint.
Merry New Year!