I live in Brooklyn and find any excuse to come here, especially when friends are visiting. So last night was not my first visit by any means, but by far, the most memorable to date. The bar was packed and everywhere we stood, we seemed to be in the way of the servers (no ale in the aisle, get out of my way I need to feed the fire, etc) until we found our way to the end of the bar taking one last look before leaving. The bar tender came over and asked if we wanted anything. When we said no, he asked if we were homeless and proceeded to bring us three mugs of water and a large tupperware of chilled strawberries. Later, he took one of my friends and made him help stoke that same fire we were pushed aside to feed. It was, hands-down, one of my favorite experiences in New York. But just one question remains: did he REALLY think we were homeless? I mean, come on, the net worth of our jackets alone was close to half a grand. I guess it just goes to show you it is, indeed, hard to stay stylish in the winter months without looking homeless.
