tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185659101388042196.post7890663622018714703..comments2019-03-23T20:33:42.384-04:00Comments on Tengo Hambre NYC: Subway InnJennifer Brownhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14148351332952848126noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185659101388042196.post-13867354578893509622009-02-12T15:34:00.000-05:002009-02-12T15:34:00.000-05:00A few additional comments regarding my second home...A few additional comments regarding my second home:<BR/><BR/>1. It is a time machine.<BR/><BR/>2. The toilet stalls in the men's room do not have doors, like a prison.<BR/><BR/>3. They only mix with top shelf liquors, and charge five bucks for any ordinary cocktail.<BR/><BR/>4. The jukebox is as diverse as the patronage.<BR/><BR/>5. All pretensions are left at the door, along with your dignity. <BR/><BR/>6. The ear offending smash of beer bottles being thrown in the recycling behind the bar becomes fainter with increased drinking.<BR/><BR/>7. In the same night, you might talk yourself into getting a job at Goldman-Sachs, and then trade war stories with a grizzled Vietnam vet.<BR/><BR/>That's all I got. The Subway Inn is a place where dreams are made, and then forgotten 5-12 hours later. Cheers!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com