I finally broke down and did what every other Internet person is doing; I added Google ads to mihow.com. I feel like such a hooch. Let me know if anything looks weird.
I worked at the bar last night and slung booze to Williamsburg hipsters, my husband and his friends. And I’m tired today because of it. After I finished up at work, we headed to a place on Grand Street called Bar Bar. I’m not sure how it stays in business. There is no sign. There is merely an unmarked door. The bar is really nice! But how on earth do folks find it? It’s not an establishment one stumbles on, that’s for sure. I guess that’s their point.
Go halfway down the block. It’s before Food Swings and after the dumpster. There, you will see a door. Enter that door. Walk down a long hallway. You will feel like you’re breaking and entering. You are not. Continue on and you will see another door. Enter that door. We’ll be in there.
It’s not a place I’d have entered alone for the first time. I can’t even find a link to it, that’s how “unmarked” the bar is. Nevertheless, if you’re in the Brooklyn area, check out Bar Bar. It’s a really nice place and they have an outdoor deck for smokers built right into it.
EDITED TO ADD: Apparently, one of the guys we were with last night had his bag (which included a laptop) stolen by the bartender who worked at Bar Bar. He is certain an employee (or one of the employees two friends) stole it as we were the only people in the bar besides them. Must BANZOR the Bar Bar. (AKA Larry Lawrence.)
Speaking of Food Swings, I had their fries last night. For those of you interested in vegan fast food, I highly recommend checking out Food Swings. While you’re eating, be sure to keep an eye out for any stray nose or eyebrow rings. No, seriously, their vegan chili cheese fries make me salivate just thinking about them.
O.K. I’m sleepy today.
It feels very much like spring outside.
Oh, and most importantly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM! (The tape I made of this week’s Desperate Housewives will arrive tomorrow.)