My date, interested in learning more about the darker spirits, made my decision easy: 7pm at the Brandy Library in Tribeca. Guys love this place: mahogany, leather, scotch. You would almost expect to see Don Draper sitting at the other end of the bar and their flights selection is unparalleled, even if the service is unremarkable. We chose the “whiskeys of the worlds” flight which had 6 .5 oz varieties, the 6th a mystery selection we were supposed to decipher. I said Wild Turkey, and it turned out to be an organic scotch from the mountains of Bhutan. I’d like to know who has ever guessed that one correctly…
My original intention had been to follow this with bar seating at the 9pm Cabaret at Duane Park, which has recently moved from Tribeca to Houston and Bleeker, but my flawless plan did have one missing link: food. While I think the mac and cheese at Duane Park is excellent, my friend is one with a metablism that requires a proper meal, and the look in his eyes could only mean one thing....
Classy took a turn for trashy or at least less refined the moment we stepped out of the Brandy Library and decided to save 8 dollars and race on foot (and I actually mean run) to Chinatown instead of take a cab. Let’s just say I was a little winded by the time we reached Mulberry. So down the steps we submerged into a spot with a name I cannot pronounce and a public health rating I care not to know, and ordered enough food for a small army kindergartners. To avoid judgment, my date asked for four set of utensils even though it was just the two of us who planned to devour the entire duck, Chinese broccoli, and white rice. The owner also informed us that Chinese New Year is quickly approaching and it is the year of the horse. As I sipped my strong back tea and waited for our take out, I took the liberty to Google what this zodiac sign implied for the year to come. It looks like we should live this year one day at time. I think that sounds wise.
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| Bhutan, ofcourse! Silly me... |
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