I was there at 7 sharp, but I didn’t see anyone I recognized (and I would have recognized Biggirl, Billdo, Delphica for sure) upstairs or down–so I left at 7:15. Maybe next time we can prearrange to have all Dopers’ hair aflame or something?
But I enjoyed myself in the fifteen minutes–Those were pretty hot bartenders downstairs, and the guys on the sidewalk outside paid me a huge compliment: I hadn’t been carded in literally decades.
See yuz some other time, I hope.
And let me know if anyone had the guts to eat one of those $1 burgers.
psudeotriton, I’m very sorry we missed you. I probably got there somewhere in the vicinity of 7:15, and there were only a couple of us there (and none of the folks you mentioned knowing). Whatever time one of these is called for, it seems that people commonly don’t get there until 15 minutes or a half hour later.
I did have the dollar burgers (or actually the $1.25 cheeseburgers), and they were surprisingly tasty. The burgers were tiny (just a bit more than an inch square), but rather thick and juicy. The onion rings were quite good, and the fries were so-so.
Doh! Sorry, that was at least partly my fault. Work stuff prevented me from getting out until about 7:10, and I walked instead of taking the 2/3 or a cab. I’d have been staked out at the bar looking for folks looking for folks. I apologize for that – buy you a beer next time out?
Thanks to all who were able to make it or gave it a try and couldn’t for whatever reason. I appreciate the thought and I had a great time last night (if not so good a time this morning!).
That’s cool. I had to leave by 7:30, so unless I got lucky and everyone was prompt, after 7:15 I would have been saying, “Hi, Great to see ya, Bye now.” Glad you folks had a great time–what’d I miss?
Well, if there was this musch confusion, I’m glad we didn’t miss too much. manhattan (or whatever: dunk, and I know you hate the’manny’ thing" I hope to see you soon.
Yeah! Great time! Those orangutans in tutus were a riot. The next time I see you manny, I hope that rash clears up-- or at least not make such an x-rated pattern on your. . . well you know.
Had a great great time! And the lunch with the boss at Les Halles was fine, everybody’s got my resume and gave me a hug, so leaving at 9:30 worked out for me. And Chad was a sweetie to walk me to the subway; as we stood on West Broadway and looked at the glow from nearby Ground Zero, we talked about the the Libeskind plan, and it was so interesting to be able to discuss it with a real live architect.
Anyway, I went into the bar and there were New York Law School students everywhere. I was so rattled I walked right by Oxy and Billdo (sorry guys, if I bold all the names I’ll be here all day), went upstairs to discover even bigger swarms of law students, and finally found the guys, who remember I’d seen less than a month ago, back at the downstairs bar. I was asking what Manhattan looked like when in he walked–they’d half-convinced me that he always dressed in complete Death Gothic style when there he was in a dapper business suit! I later asked him out of idle curiousity how the moderator system at the Board works, and you other mods will be proud to hear that he graciously demurred to spill the beans. Well, first he grabbed a law student, bit off his head, and sprinkled the blood in a circle around us while chanting the Reader’s address backwards in Latin, then he graciously demurred to spill the beans. The other law students were very upset, since the bloody floor got kind of sticky and they were trying to play darts.
The barmaids were cool–I’d never seen the girls who NY Observer called ‘the creamy-shouldered Amazons of the bar scene’ at work before. The PBR and shots were great, the onion rings and fries were nice, the conversation was great, Monkeymule is indeed not hard on the eyes at all, we all had fun laughing at Britney Spears at the NFL Show, and it was a great time. My only regrets were that I couldn’t stay later, that I missed seeing Biggirl, pseudotriton, and Delphica, and that the music was so loud that I couldn’t talk as easily with the Dopers as I wanted to.
BTW, I came from the East Side subway and got to walk right by the building where my username was created–Don Marquis invented Archy and Mehitabel the cat as characters in 1916 for his column, The Sun Dial, in the NY Sun building on the corner of Chambers and Broadway. The paper’s long gone but there’s a lovely corner clock left with its label and its motto: “The Sun–It Shines for All”. Take a look if you’re there.