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Giving in to the grand tradition of converting the most banal, everyday public spaces into bars, I spent last nite at Brooklyn's latest example of ever so sincere irony, Check Cashing. We have a converted pool chemical supply shop, a converted pencil factory, & now a converted check cashing store. Makes this seem downright passé.
I wonder if, the more prosaic the location, the more exciting it is to get drunk there. If that's the case I'd have a hell of a time hanging out at a bar that was formerly my office. At my current office we've actually got this horseshoe-shaped structure right in the middle that would make a pretty gigantic bar. Sidle up next to it on a stool, dim those unforgiving flourescent lights, & you've got yourself a decent nightspot. PROS: killer view of Manhattan, quick jaunt from the bar to my blog, loads of gossip. CONS: discussing which shots to take in terms of ROI, basing the tip on whether or not the bartender is delivering value-added service, possibly being turned off drinking forever.