๐Ÿธ | So I Went to a Different Bar and Got Drunk and Had Fun

So, instead of going to my usual spot โ€” which, apparently, the entire world knows I frequent โ€” I decided to go to a different spot to get drunk. This was cool because I got to meet a whole new strata of people, experience a different breed of bartender, and I was never in danger of “fucking up anyone’s money,” as some would say.

Do or Dive

I made the trek to Do or Dive in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, the former home of a supposedly pretentious, Michelin-starred dining spot that had transformed into a hipster’s wet dream of irony and kitsch, complete with vintage beer signs, retro TVs with UHF dials, and a stuffed shark chomping on an old-school Budweiser can. I mean, the place’s mascot is a kerchief-wearing Frenchie named Poops โ€” and she has her own oversize graffiti logo greeting you as you walk in. Continue reading “๐Ÿธ | So I Went to a Different Bar and Got Drunk and Had Fun”