Continental

There's a place off of Union Square called CONTINENTAL that serves 5 shots for $10. They're small shots, but you still can't beat that price anywhere in New York (as far as I know). Furthermore, they're beers are cheap (Yingling $1.50). This is where we ended our night, here's the story of how we got there:

We began the night at Pete's Tavern. Pete's Tavern is known as the oldest tavern in New York City, but it is also known for their holiday decorations. They go nuts with the decorations for every holiday. Unfortunately I am the worst photographer in history, so I only got a few pictures.



We had some beers and Walt had to go up to the Knicks game. Walt, Julianne, Amy, and I took the train up to 34th (which we missed and wound up on 42nd street). On the way to the train I got something in my eye and was very distrot. It felt like someone threw a pinecone in my eye.


As we were walking down to Madison Square Garden, we ran into the people rehersing for the Macy's Day Parade. We didn't watch long, but we watched long enough to see people dancing to Hairspray's "You Can't Stop the Beat." From there we walked down the street to a pub called "Irish O'Blarney Stone's" or something like that.


I expected the place to be really expensive because it was right off 34th street, but it was actually pretty reasonable. We stayed there for a little bit then met with the rest of the people from the Knicks game in Union Square. Amy had to pack, so she went home while Julianne and I found a place with the cheapest drinks around.


We wanted to go to Webster Hall, but apparently they're not open unless there's a show. But this turned out to be ok, because we soon found a place with banner outside that read "5 shots for $10." Sold. This, or course, was CONTINENTAL. We all left for the game/bars after work, so neither Julianne nor I were dressed for the dive-bar-ness of CONTINENTAL. You can tell when smoking was allowed in bars this was the smokiest of them all. It just looked like it should be filled with the smoke of a thousand American Spirit/Pall Mall cigarettes.

They played old-timey Batman episodes on a projection screen. Banana muffins.


We started with 3 shots of vodka and 2 of tequila, chased with a bottle of some beer I can't remember. Of course, the place was cash only (because nothing will make a dive bar lose its credibility faster than accepting cards). I took a shot and everyone from the game arrived, including Mike who has a delightful blog. We took more shots and talked about seeing James Blunt at the Knicks game.

We stuck around for a while, took some more shots, drank some more, and good times and merriment were shared by all. Julianne got a hold of my camera for a while, and insisted that everytime someone takes a picture of me I do a model pose, like it's my thing. Ok, here's the thing: whenever I pose for a picture I look like a giant dork. Candid pictures ALWAYS look better, so I decided to (rather than waving or toothily smiling) to just pose like I'm in the middle of something. Honestly, I'm going to make an effort to not do this anymore, but it's going to be a long road. Here are some pictures that illustrate Julianne's point, which I guess I concede... (but my argument is sound, I think):


"Blah, blah, blah... oh, there's a camera there!"


This is me trying to look like I don't know someone is taking a picture of me while I pull out cigarettes and look at the imaginary bats hovering around my head.

Editorial Note: Upon further review, this is not a good picture and my theory might be in jeopardy.

The following picture is after Julianne told me I do a model pose for every picture, so I said I'd just sit there and do absolutely nothing. She took the picture and still insisted it was a model pose. Maybe I'm just naturally a pretty, pretty man:


After CONTINENTAL we decided to see if the pool hall across the street from Webster Hall was open. It was, but pool table rental was way expensive. So we went home.

Here are some pictures of other people from CONTINENTAL:


Walt, looking dignified in his tie, sweater, and beard set.


Julianne doing what she always does in pictures. Yeah! I so got you.