best bar in the world. corner of washington and west 12th street, new york. they have tequila and bingo. hula hoop on wednesdays. if i’m at a loose end i’ll wander down there late and usually end up in conversation until closing, sometimes with friends, sometimes not — mostly with people i’ve never met before.
let’s start with the assumption that everything here is conversation. no matter how heated or trivial, wise or stupid, it’s a mutual exchange — maybe opposition, maybe agreement, maybe a laugh or two, but never the need to step outside.
the first round is on me.
what do you want to talk about?
Didnt we try to take you to Flats for the Speak Up chatarama? Ah yes- too crowded. Walk on.
It is indeed an institution of good Faux-Mex times. Faux Mex. I just made that up. How bout that. Thanks Billy Crystal. Good times.
On May.12.2004 at 10:38 AM