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Legend has it that, while lying in agony in a ditch waiting to be rescued after having been thrown from a horse, Cole Porter composed "At Long Last Love." In that tradition, I am typing the PubNight e-mail despite having a mild backache. From adversity comes genius.
It's been ages since I've been able to do more than make a brief appearance at a PN, so I'm celebrating my actual return by drawing all of you close to me: that's right, we're going back to Hell's Kitchen. The jewel of an otherwise unprepossessing stretch of Tenth Avenue, Lansdowne Road is a big new tavern with tons of taps (no Stella, but I'll survive) served in 20 oz. pints, an intriguing selection of specialty cocktails, a decent wine list, and a big honking bar menu. And given that it's Hell's Kitchen and not the Village, we won't even be paying dearly for the privilege.
See you there!
-Mike and the Triumvirate