highlight of my week

Although I thought that East River Bar would have made a fine destination last night, everyone was wanting to stay in Greenpoint because of the weather. How bad could it be?

I met them at Lulus, and walked into a cloud of french fry air. Don't get me wrong - I genuflect at the altar of the deep fryer, but I can do without taking it with me (my OCD issues are bad enough without imagining I'm nestled in a bath of stale oil at that crucial moment before falling asleep). Plus, there was just no one on the premises for which it would have been worth braving the fry air. Lulus, what happened to you? I had such high hopes. I mean honestly, I probably would have seen more hot ass at the Pencil Factory, even if it was in the form of older, craggy Euros wrapped in layers of sweaters. My friends proceeded to finish their drinks quickly, since the air was becoming a major issue.

We then headed around the corner to Coco66. It wasn't exactly a celebratory kind of evening, since we were trying to console a friend who'd just been dumped by his lady the day before. It turns out this had happened at the end of a week that also included an urgent job search, and one more thing he was initially reluctant to tell us.

"Go ahead...they can take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! We can take it."

He revealed the last item, which was indeed a whopper. This led to his next sentiment, which more than qualifies as the quote of the month:

"You know it's been a bad week when the colonoscopy was the highlight."


I was tempted to leave this as a comment on his Myspace page


That was definitely the highlight of my time at Coco66. Something is just WRONG with this place. It has so much potential, but the crowd makes no sense. I don't know how to describe it, but you have the same icky feeling as you do when leaving Laila.

The girls then separated from the boys, and we decided to finish our Greenpoint adventure at the Mark Bar. I didn't expect much (though they make an incredible dirty martini), and it was even worse than my lowest expectations. We walked out immediately when it was apparent we'd be sharing the space with a bunch of meatheads, especially since we were steadily approaching the "desperate hour." Instead we headed down Manhattan Av to either Enids or Matchless; a chance meeting with Tommy Rockstar on the street confirmed that Matchless might be a better choice.

It wasn't bad at all, actually. I have to give the owner credit for hiring decent-looking bartenders. You may also see an adorable Japanese barback...we went on a few dates a couple of years ago, after he delighted a crowd of ladies at one of Deb Parker's male burlesque shows at Union Pool. I can personally verify that he's a fun maker-outer.