SK and the City

This blog entry is dedicated to SK who was kind enough to share with me some of New York's best kept secrets. Saturday night we went out to discover New York's other face - more specifically, a bar hop of the crappiest bars south of 23rd Street. And like everything else, when it comes to crappy bars, New York can deliver the goods like nowhere else.
I don't really remember the names of most of these places, not even sure they had names, but I can't remember the last time I had so much fun! The drinks were (mostly) good, (mostly) cheap and always about 4 times stronger than their Sydney equivalents (after all these places are not meant for the sober crowd) so i didn't really see a reason to complain. Add to that the fact that without fail we were the best looking people in the place (and probably the only ones without a criminal conviction and/or a spouse's body in the freezer) and I think you're getting the picture.
So yeah - good on ya dude! New York will never look the same. Keep checking your mail!!!
Oh and also kudos for the introduction to Chelsea Handler and Manhattan's biggest pet store... Who would have thought rats can actually be kinda cute.
Note to the Heart Foundation: yes, you can frown on SK's dinner all you want. Ronald McDonald says it's swell