2008 Rule Change
Since I'm traveling so much in 2008 (and its just me & Joyce anyway) the rules are changing. All bars around the world count for your fifty.
Also, some cross-pollination from another side project dreamt up by Ed & Jamie: Beer & Cheese Its not fully set up yet, but its there. Jamie has yet to come up with the rules, so stay tuned.
Further, I'm booting you non-posters (you know who you are).
Finally, I didn't keep track of any of the bars I went to in New York back in December. However, I do remember one called Bikini Bar somewhere in the West 30s near MSG. Sara & I were a bit wary, but the boys convinced us to go in. Upon entrance, all the men at the bar cast their eyes down in shame. All of the bikini-clad barmaids were from Russia. I wonder if there is private service upstairs? Are they slaves? indentured servants?
We stayed there for a beer and some potato chips (on the house) and then made our way on to the next bar...an Irish one with a jack russell terrier running around. The rest of the night is a blur but we ended up at my cousin's restaurant in the East Village drinking champagne with the executive chef (her man) and then eating street meat around 4am. Good times.
Also, some cross-pollination from another side project dreamt up by Ed & Jamie: Beer & Cheese Its not fully set up yet, but its there. Jamie has yet to come up with the rules, so stay tuned.
Further, I'm booting you non-posters (you know who you are).
Finally, I didn't keep track of any of the bars I went to in New York back in December. However, I do remember one called Bikini Bar somewhere in the West 30s near MSG. Sara & I were a bit wary, but the boys convinced us to go in. Upon entrance, all the men at the bar cast their eyes down in shame. All of the bikini-clad barmaids were from Russia. I wonder if there is private service upstairs? Are they slaves? indentured servants?
We stayed there for a beer and some potato chips (on the house) and then made our way on to the next bar...an Irish one with a jack russell terrier running around. The rest of the night is a blur but we ended up at my cousin's restaurant in the East Village drinking champagne with the executive chef (her man) and then eating street meat around 4am. Good times.
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