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Your task, should you choose to accept it: write an entire email directing twenty-some-odd people to a place called Spitzer's Corner without making a single sexual innuendo. Chances of success: low.
Wow, did I seriously just limit my ability to say anything about this bar other than the straight facts.
PubNighter Chris Kelly's birthday was last week, and for his birthday he has selected the newish, and completely coincidentally (they swear) named Lower East Side bar Spitzer's Corner. You'll have to ask Chris about his motivation in picking the place, but personally I'm sold on the duck fat potato cakes and 40 (yes, I said forty) different beers on tap. And Chris will be there to encourage all of us to drink far far too much beer, despite the fact that we should be old enough to know better.
It looks like this is thus far a low-key place, but just to save us the trouble of being crowded out of pub night, we have ourselves a table under my name.
Oh dear, they have Spitzer's sliders. *snicker* I'm terminating this email right now! *snicker* I'll be over there, drinking my way across the tap. Beer counteracts the duck fat, yes?
Jocelyn (who probably should have just gone for the innuendo), Cindy, Rebecca and Chris Kelly