Davis - Weekend Wrap-up 2/10/08

We were finally able to get Joey's posts up, there are actually two other bloggers blogging, so you'll be reading a lot more content soon, but let's get back to what's important. Reviews and tiny stories.

Friday
My weekend started early (around 3:00 PM) during work, a co-worker and a former co-worker and I went to:

• El Cantinero
  86 University Pl, New York 10003
  Btwn 11th & 12th St
  Phone: 212-255-9378

For a just past noon pitcher of Strawberry Margaritas, we ended up having three pitchers and normally after three of anything they give the table a free round of shots.

Now hammered we get back to work around 4:00. I made it through the next two and a half hours red faced and all, with minimal damage. However, I was surprisingly sober after my usual concoction of two Coke's and a 2 liter bottle of Poland Spring.

So I secretly, because I didn't want my friends that live there to know, that and I'm notorious for hating this area of NYC, went off to Williamsburg. I also know my that most of my friends probably wouldn't be caught dead in this place, being as there are no dead hookers in the bathroom or saw dust on the floors.

Hotel Delmano (no website)

82 Berry St.,

Williamsburg; (718) 387-1945

Open nightly

I don't know where they get off charging $14 for a cocktail in Williamsburg, but hey, if that's what the fuckheads in Brooklyn want to pay, let's go... Get to the door, it's a bit early so we got in immediately. Reading some of the reviews, it's advised to show up with your entire party or you won't be seated until they're all there. It is a bar after all, that doesn't serve food, so it's important to know the number of people whom will be seating in your party.


This is not Manhattan, by any means, so I'm not going to be an asshole and tell you that their cocktails sucked, they didn't but I'm using Brooklyn standards. They're bringing a piece of Manhattan to Brooklyn, which is kind of what the hipsters did when they crossed the bridge and migrated to Williamsburg. Now look at all the bearded idiots you have running rampant, Middle America, please pick up the trend of comb overs and button ups that mimic what we wore to kindergarten classes, so the worst trend this side of the trucker hat can get the hell on with it.

Williamsburg, with the exception of Peter Lugars, belongs in a Tampa suburb as a colony of emo outcasts. Or maybe the bearded/comb over combo is a tip of your hat to the Hassidics you took over the area from.

Women, if you'd stop fucking these guys, we could put an end to UTI's all over the city. It worked in ancient Greece and ended the war between the Spartans and the Trojans. Anyway Hotel Delmano? Come early, come with your party, or you'll get turned away, they'll ask for your number and you'll get a call when there's room. Order the Pear Infused Cognac ($14), amazing interior decoration.

Saturday

Greatest lunch in the world, with the greatest girl in the world, at yet another speak easy esque place known as The Blind Pig

Blind Pig
233 E. 14th St.
(2nd & 3rd Aves.)
East Village
212.209.1573

All wood interiors, great staff, fun crowd, some of the best American food that New York has to offer. It's a sports bar technically, but that shouldn't turn any women away, they'll have fun.

Later it was off to the West Village meeting up with some friends at Employees Only.

See how it says Psychic in the window, cute right? Also, you may notice, the name on the awning is not Employees Only. How New York (cliché) is that!? So it's another speak easy:

Employees Only
510 Hudson St.
New York, NY 10014
Phone (212) 242-3021

It is cool that a fortune teller meets you at the entrance and from that point on, there's even more Disney world. The bartenders all sport mustached, all dressed in the same way you'd expect a chef to be dressed and they take their bar tending seriously. There's a working fire place which basically sealed the deal for me.

The Ginger Smash was so good that my dick got hard. Now while I'm writing this I was able to find out that it is a "a muddle of ginger root and cranberries, mixed with gin and apple liqueur." Who knew, I have a friend, frat boy to the core, but when you see him drink, he'll have one of those dinky little martini glasses in his hand. Not quite James Bond with his shaken not stirred, more like Tony Soprano in his bathrobe with a martini, but he makes no apologies for it. He's been my inspiration and since I have found no reason to apologize for drinking "chick drinks" and this is why I'm able to inform my not so humble public about drinks such as the Ginger Smash at Employees Only.

Sunday
Basically was spent hibernating on my couch, catching up with my DV-R. Squeezing my darling, capping the night off trying to watch the Grammy Awards but always finding something else better to watch. Drinking Blue Moon and watching her take the entire evening with one Mike's Crantini. God I love Sundays.