Doobs and I met up last night to go to the Field-Tested Books reading at The Delancey. It wasn’t what I expected. It was a really crowded space, even without all the people, and there was another party going on at the same time in the same area. It was lame, so we split.
Doobs’s friend Michelle from Paper Mag told him about the Brazilian Girls playing a free show at the Bowery Hotel, which was just up the street, so we decided to walk up to that.
On the way the Bowery Hotel, I wanted to show Doobie the Back Room Bar, a speakeasy style place I’ve been to a couple times which is a block away from The Delancey, hidden in an alley. We walked through the unmarked gate, down the steps and into an alley where all the doors were locked. With no markings, I was doubting that I got the right place and thought maybe it was just a den for junkies where we could get stabbed. We bounced and went to the Bowery.
The outdoor patio at the Bowery Hotel is an awesome space. There were a bunch of pretty fashiony people and there was an open bar. It was a space I was hoping the Field Tested Books reading would have been in. Unfortunately, the open bar was sponsored by Belvedere vodka so it was only vodka drinks, nothing else. We tried to drink the girly, fruity bottled cocktails but couldn’t do it. And after a while, the Brazilian Girls still hadn’t come on and the pretty fashiony people became annoying snotty looking people, so we bounced. There was a mass of people trying to get in as we left. McSorley’s is just a few blocks from the Bowery Hotel, so we went there.
McSorley’s is the oldest tavern in the city, circa 1854. They serve beer of two varieties, light or dark, and they give you two small glasses instead of one. The waiters are cool there and the history of the place is all over the walls. We had a couple drinks and chatted for a bit, but then my narcolepsy started kicking in and I started yawning. I was hungry so we went to Mamoun’s around the corner for a pita. I spilled a quarter of my pita all over my pants every time I took a bite. Doobs is fascinated by the gritty ambiance of St Marks, but I just wanted to eat and leave and get away from the weird tranny sitting next to us.
We walked over and caught A trains going in opposite directions from West 4th.
