So…me and the cousins are at a nameless (literally) bar in the Greenpoint area of Brooklyn (where Sagar Desai Never Lies now resides). I’m sippin’ on a sufficiently satisfying Hefeweizen while my other two unsatisfied cousins sip on their disappointing Bloody Marys (negative cool points on that drink order).
I CORAZON Brooklyn. It’s the only place in New York I could see myself living. MAD respect, son…mad respect.
Tomorrow I head back to the normalcy of the grind. Another trip to the Fat Apple nears it’s conclusion. Could I live here? Possibly. Will I continue to visit here bi-annually (at the least)? More than friggin’ likely.
Bought some cool artwork/photos from
Union Square earlier today. Good stuff.
Gotta snack on a grilled cheese my cousin ordered. Mmmmm…
I’m gonna sue their Brooklynite nameless asses. They are straight copping my Wine & Grilled Cheese idea.
On to the grilled cheese…
(The nameless bar is actually “The Pencil Factory” – courtesy of my job seeking cousin who inquired about employment a minute ago)