you are the generation that bought more shoes and you get what you deserve.

OK. can I just say, that this makes me sad, nauseous, and....upset. You all know that my beloved Hanger Bar, the upstanding establishment that was the site of hookups, makeups, breakups, and illegal activities of all sorts was closed a few months ago sadly. I guess I wasn't really thinking what would happen to it, but I could never imagine the monstrosity that was to come. Seriously NYC, I'm all for feeling safe when I walk the streets, but do you have to turn EVERY fucking bar (and we're talking Alphabet City here) into a sterilized retro-chic bore-fest with "specialty cocktails". Give me back my free bottle of Zygo and my flowered dixie cups! Oh, and to top it all off, this place is now called Elsa. I SWEAR TO GOD, if there is one more bar with a pseudo-old fashioned name (ahem...Beatrice...Ella..), heads will roll. Just LOOK at the before and after pics of the bathroom.

Epic Gloriousness
Wretched Wretchedness

WHY GOD WHY.