Alligator Lounge & Etc...
I went down to Brooklyn for an NYU friend's birthday last night. Oh but something mildly amusing happened first. I met my new roomate yesterday and helped him move his furniture in when I got back from the Hungarian Pastry Shop. He seemed nice. His dad's a thorassic surgeon. But I digress. After helping him move in I started reading A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court and somehow I dozed off in the late afternoon still holding the book. I awoke a couple hours later to the sound of my phone ringing and while I wasn't groggy, I had no idea where I was. I mean I was lying on my bed in my room but I had no memory of how I got there and it took me a minute to recognize where I was. Well I thought it was funny anyway. Alright, back to Brooklyn. So I left for Williamsburg at 10:15 and brought good ol' Samuel Clemens with me 'cause I knew I'd be stuck in the tubes for hours. Sure enough the L wasn't running so I had to wait forever and then walk like a mile through a deserted brooklyn street in the dark. Safe. Riiiiight. The party was at the Alligator Lounge, well worth the trip actually. With every drink you get a free pizza. Not just a slice. A whole 12" woodfired pizza. This is the first place to beat out Koronets in my book for value. The pizza wasn't wonderful, but it was still good, and $5 for a Guinness and all the pizza I was willing to scarf was great. After a while we migrated to another bar that was set up sort of like a beach shack and had a floor made of sand like a beach. The mojitos there weren't so cheap but we had a good time and I found out one of the other guests was a philosophy major up at Buffalo whose main interest was existentialism. Of course we totally hit it off and it was very refreshing to discuss all the old issues with a new friend. A few of us were still there at last call and when the bars closed we went to some pizza joint (yes, I was still up for more pizza, I never tire of my saucy little comapnion ;-)). A vegeterian girl and I wanted to split a slice of the eggplant pizza but it was sort of a challenge. There was no line at the counter, just a churning mass of drunken college types freshly expelled from all the closed bars. The employees spoke poor english, were rude, and impossible to flag down. But it smelled really good so we were persistant. We finally got our slice after like a 20 minute struggle, but in the process of cutting it in half for us the pizza guy dropped it on the floor and we had to start over again :-( When we finally got it, it was actually worth the wait. Great pizza, fresh mozarella and everything. Too bad I don't know the name of the place...it was somewhere in North Williamsburg. Finally got home at a quarter to 6. Saw the sunrise starting as I walked across campus. Fun night.
