Thursday, March 8, 2012

Random Thursday--The City That Never Sleeps

(This originally posted during the Taken Blog Tour at Book Savvy Babe)

The City That Never Sleeps
New York. The Big Apple. The City of Skyscrapers. Gotham City. The City that Never Sleeps. There are a hundred nicknames for New York, a thousand things to see and a million places to go. Now, obviously I’m not going to be able to highlight all those places. Instead, I’m going to detail a little more some of the ones mentioned in Taken.
First up—Trailer Park Lounge and Grill. Located at 271 W. 23 Street in Chelsea, the Trailer Park is southern tackiness at its finest. Complete with black velvet paintings on the walls and Pabst Blue Ribbon in the can, the establishment definitely lives up to its name. The menu is heavy on traditional bar or bowling alley snack food, with names like the double-wide burger and even throws down the gauntlet by offering sloppy joes in beef, chicken, or veggie. Drinks include huge cocktails such as the Lover’s Concerto and Jim Bob’s IQ. Like I said, southern tackiness—and kitsch—at its finest.
Now, I’ll admit that both Ugly Willie’s and Low Places are straight from my crazy mind, but that’s not saying there aren’t places like them in a city known for its cosmopolitan flavor. Off the Wagon in Greenwich Village, while not being bad enough to require a Hazmat suite, is definitely on the lower end of the spectrum. Seriously—I did a search for dive bars, and this popped up on the list. It’s very much a beer and wings hangout, with 14 beers available, most if not all of them by the pitcher. And while I’m not a fan of beer myself, I can appreciate a great drink special just as much as anybody.
Strip clubs are a dime for… well, more than a dozen. And yes, the area around Ground Zero is as seedy as depicted. For those with more refined tastes, might I suggest Sapphire Gentlemen Club? They offer bottle service, an extensive list of wines and champagne, and complimentary concierge services. Oh, and did I mention they also do bachelor and bachelorette parties along with divorce parties? A little something for everyone, as the case might be.
While I could keep going—after all, it is New York—I’m going to end our little tour there. For one, thinking about a double-wide burger has me hungry. And for two, I don’t want to end up sounding too much like a guide book.
But mostly it’s because of the burger.

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