(K w/ the notorious Jimmy S.)Down from Boston, Lee was in town to celebrate her birthday with the NYC crew. We took her instruction to Trinity Pub, on the Upper East Side. An unlikely choice, considering Lee and company lived on the Upper West Side in combination with Park Slope, before transplanting to Cambridge for Law School.
Getting past the biblical rain and wind storm in play, we jumped from R to Q to 6 to 4 express train...cursing the choice of venue all the way up town. Trinity is a sneeze of a place. Located in a quiet neighborhood. One lone rat scurried under a mini dumpster.
Trinity wasn't quite full when we arrived, a few reasonable Belgian beers tempted on the taps and we exchanged brief greetings and fumbled with the juke box. One nook is carved into the back with low cushions and table, a strange addition to the bar counter or standing room.
(Vadim & Ben: They always go back)The bartenders made no efforts in concealing their intoxication as they slopped heavy fisted pours of vodka with a splash of soda towards us. We smiled. Twenty dollars for three drinks is spare change in this neighborhood.
The room crowded as the hours passed.Soon we couldn't move without sexually assaulting those around us, "Head out?" I offered. Jimmy and Vadim nodded. We said our goodbyes to the rest of the gaggle and hopped on that 4 express home for late night margaritas and quesadillas in the Slope.
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