Bar Type: Hotel Bar / Snoozefest
Cuisine: New American
“I don’t see color; I’m a social scientist.” True words spoken by a pretentious little prick sitting next to us at this lame excuse for a lounge. The sociology 101 banter continued with its awkward homo-erotic blatancy in squeaky falsetto voices that made my nards feel sorry for themselves. Now, Mr. Hipster is not a man prone to violence, but the whole scene made me want to take my heavy-bottomed bar glass and beat all three of these NYU yucks to death with it. I think the terrible modern funk coming through the speakers, and the horrible architectural choices (the place felt like a school public space in which you can draw an accordioned curtain out of the wall and turn the space into two rooms) had something to do with my mood. I don’t even know in what section of the music store you’d find this crap — wedding band muzak, perhaps? The only interesting thing in the whole joint was the battery operated candle that fooled me into thinking it was real for like two seconds. I thought about pocketing it as retribution for making me pay eight dollars for a drink I had to slam down my throat in order to tolerate my surroundings. I really couldn’t get out of this place fast enough, but I did stick around for an extra minute or two to make sure — for certain — that those idiots, and this bar, were indeed the most annoying of their kind on the planet earth. [MF]
103 Waverly Pl.
212/254-1200
northsquareny.com
