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I hope by now that simply seeing the PubNight email sent from me fills you with fear and loathing of whatever ass-far-from-the-train, way-the-fuck uptown location my twisted mind has chosen. If not, I'm clearly not doing my job.
But in light of the recent heat, I'm giving you all a break and have chosen a bar a mere 2 blocks from the nearest train! Neveryoumind that the cross street has 3 digits in it...
I have chosen a bar that I was in fact introduced to by my sister, who several of you may have met 2 weeks ago. Who knew an out-of-towner could pick a PubNight bar?! I did. Because she's the woman who taught me how to drink.
So let us celebrate the vastness that is Manhattan-above-100th street whilst Columbia is still on break!