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Are we ready to go back in time five years? I know I am. This week takes us back to 2002, a time when we could smoke wherever we goddamn well pleased. Have we missed it? (Don't answer that.)
Circa Tabac is one of the few remaining places in New York that's managed to keep the home fires burning, as it were. Enjoy its relaxed atmosphere, its fine cocktails, its snack menu...all right, whatever. Enjoy giving yourselves emphysema. We all know what the appeal is here.
If you need to be sold further on the venue, let me just say this: tomorrow I will again be attending a pre-PN happy hour with my co-workers because people just won't stop *quitting*. (And yeah, because I just got promoted. Oh, stop.) If you saw me after my previous office happy hours, at Antarctica (where I was barely able to speak) or at Gaetana's (where I subsequently tried to stumble home and woke up at 3 am in Harlem), you'll have some idea of the entertainment that awaits you tomorrow.
See you there!
-Mike and the Triumvirate