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In the continuing saga of “Branch’s Happy Hour Wednesdays” I have gone to The Last Word. Which is… well, okay, yes, it’s a speakeasy. Just, one with ultra fancy cocktails along with the incredible whiskey list. Sub-street level, no windows, Edison bulbs hung all over, alt rock playing, small tables.
Cocktails: A+, does blunt the pain of the fucking Regents having utterly fucked our fucking Fall term to fuck-all. (Not that I’m bitter about that or anything.)
Food: Tasty, a bit experimental, not overpriced. Not blowing me away thus far, but tasty.
Also, I’m the only one here, so far, which I do not object to; people in small doses are good right now. I expect I’ll come back, on days like this that are windy and rainy and don’t have the illuminations to look at yet.
ETA: Okay, the lobster rangoons with greens in sesame dressing did, in fact, blow me away.
Cocktails: A+, does blunt the pain of the fucking Regents having utterly fucked our fucking Fall term to fuck-all. (Not that I’m bitter about that or anything.)
Food: Tasty, a bit experimental, not overpriced. Not blowing me away thus far, but tasty.
Also, I’m the only one here, so far, which I do not object to; people in small doses are good right now. I expect I’ll come back, on days like this that are windy and rainy and don’t have the illuminations to look at yet.
ETA: Okay, the lobster rangoons with greens in sesame dressing did, in fact, blow me away.
