by Gene Pannunzio on
How could you make use of a piece of junk floating on the Hudson River? By making it into a bar!! I love the summer breeze, the sunset, the chillaxed atmosphere, and the crowd. It's so chill that you can sit with a friend for hours on that one Corona and lime, and not be shooed away by some pretentious server. Here, self serve is key. Here, nobody cares. Here, it is not pretentious. As advice, do not drink too much or you will find yourself having a lot of trouble wobbling to the bathroom. Also, the restrooms are a far walk, through another ship...wreck. Consder yourself warned, ladies. PS - Almost forgot, this place is a horror to get to since it's all the way on the west side. Take a cab here and then stay a few hours because it's a bit of a stretch from civilization.
by Brian A. on
This place is like crack. During the day when you are sober you think back to all the times you went and think to yourself, "eh, it's not that great". Not only is it not that great. It's massively overpriced. You think to yourself, "I should stop going. I should really stop. It will be the death of me." You hold true to your thoughts for a little while, resisting the urge to go. Then your waiter (dealer) calls you and says, "Brian, today the girls are hot!". You think, no... he always says that. You fight the urge. You will win the addiction. Then he calls back and gives the girl:guy ratio. Then he gives you a discount. The next thing you know, you are walking in with a hint of guilt, but overcome with excitement. Addiction 1, You 0. Now most of the time, its not so good. The crack aint pure, you see. But every once in awhile, every blue moon or so, you go and it's balls to the walls awesomeness squared (the coke very pure). Girls everywhere. The land of milk and honey. You go to the dance floor and wave your arms in the air like you just dont care. You go back to your table and there is a girl ready to be booked to you. You go the bathroom and get 3 numbers on the walk over. It's these times that are most dangerous, you see. These are the times (the highs) that get you. That makes you want more. And more. Cravings that cant be satisfied without a hit (a night there). You keep going, and going. And although it ceases to be fun again, the hope is still there. The hope of one of those nights (one of those highs). And so you go. And Go. Last Friday was one of those nights. If I dont make it out alive, good luck and godspeed. And just when you get the urge to go, remember me. And if I am still alive and you get the urge to go, call me.