Howdy, cowpokes,
I realized this week that I would sooner shoot myself than return to the Lower East Side for at least another week or two, so I was just full of ideas to forestall that inevitability. And lo! we're going to the East Village instead. One man can make a difference.
Reminder -- this is the last PN of the three hundreds. Sniff. Next week is our roughly-biennial sojourn to Hell; make sure your calendars are clear and your souls are heavy.
Tomorrow's choice, the Scratcher, is another I haven't been to but that looks charming. (Petro's word: "quaint.") Old-fashioned, utilitarian, satisfying. We could use a little of that every now and then, in between sipping improbable cocktails out of impractical glassware.
See you there!
-Mike, Jay, Kris, Petro, and TK