Place to Meet Near MSG

[crasherino]

Originally Posted by Jets Things

For day drinking, always. Knew a few bartender's at St. Mark's Ale House and would wind up there after for more beers and some real food and eventually, vomit.

That was my 1-2 punch the night I met my wife. Started drinking heavily at McSorleys for about 3 hours (which is quite a while to keep up with their approved Sat nite pace for drinking at a table) and then went to St. Marks.

10 years (and two kids) later, I fondly tell people that the night I met my was the most drunk I've been since college.

[Borgoguy]

Originally Posted by crasherino

That was my 1-2 punch the night I met my wife. Started drinking heavily at McSorleys for about 3 hours (which is quite a while to keep up with their approved Sat nite pace for drinking at a table) and then went to St. Marks.

10 years (and two kids) later, I fondly tell people that the night I met my was the most drunk I've been since college.

You can't leave it at this. Where did you actually meet?

[32green]

Originally Posted by Borgoguy

You can't leave it at this. Where did you actually meet?

She's a cop. He was on top of a mailbox yodeling and yelling "I'm a mountain man. I'm a mountain man, where's my mountain Momma?".

She gets the call, he falls on the hood of her Squad car as she pulls up.

The rest is history.

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[Borgoguy]

Originally Posted by 32green

She's a cop. He was on top of a mailbox yodeling and yelling "I'm a mountain man. I'm a mountain man, where's my mountain Momma?".

She gets the call, he falls on the hood of her Squad car as she pulls up.

The rest is history.

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LOL. Also the first time crash's wife administered her trademark "boot to the balls".

[crasherino]

Originally Posted by 32green

She's a cop. He was on top of a mailbox yodeling and yelling "I'm a mountain man. I'm a mountain man, where's my mountain Momma?".

She gets the call, he falls on the hood of her Squad car as she pulls up.

The rest is history.

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Wtf?

She said she didn't tell anyone down at the station.

[Rexipus Rex]

Originally Posted by crasherino

That was my 1-2 punch the night I met my wife. Started drinking heavily at McSorleys for about 3 hours (which is quite a while to keep up with their approved Sat nite pace for drinking at a table) and then went to St. Marks.

10 years (and two kids) later, I fondly tell people that the night I met my was the most drunk I've been since college.

Ha, I sound like you from 10 years ago.

[crasherino]

Originally Posted by Rexipus Rex

Ha, I sound like you from 10 years ago.

I'm sorry to say, its all downhill from there. But its a great trip.

Originally Posted by Borgoguy

You can't leave it at this. Where did you actually meet?

I met her at St. Mark's Ale House. She came with her friend to latch on to this roving bday party - I plied her with margaritas so she didn't need to understand whatever drunken ramblings was I dropping on her in my most suave slur I could muster.

5 years later, I took her back to St. Marks Ale House as she insisted on going back to the beginning. She was dismayed that it was such a dump. Her memory of the evening is even foggier than mine. Its f'n St. Marks Ale House - Not sure what she expected - palm trees and vistas?

[crossfire]

Originally Posted by crasherino

5 years later, I took her back to St. Marks Ale House as she insisted on going back to the beginning. She was dismayed that it was such a dump. Her memory of the evening is even foggier than mine. Its f'n St. Marks Ale House - Not sure what she expected - palm trees and vistas?

Obviously everything looked better with her beer goggles on that first night.

[Borgoguy]

Originally Posted by crasherino

I'm sorry to say, its all downhill from there. But its a great trip.



I met her at St. Mark's Ale House. She came with her friend to latch on to this roving bday party - I plied her with margaritas so she didn't need to understand whatever drunken ramblings was I dropping on her in my most suave slur I could muster.

5 years later, I took her back to St. Marks Ale House as she insisted on going back to the beginning. She was dismayed that it was such a dump. Her memory of the evening is even foggier than mine. Its f'n St. Marks Ale House - Not sure what she expected - palm trees and vistas?

LOL. She's a keeper. Continued happiness, if not sobriety, to you both.

[32green]

Originally Posted by crasherino

Her memory of the evening is even foggier than mine.

Hence, agreeing to see you again.

[crasherino]

Originally Posted by Borgoguy

LOL. She's a keeper. Continued happiness, if not sobriety, to you both.

As I type this, I hear my lil one trying to convince my wife to go "Night Night" next to him. 11 years ago (on Super Bowl Night eve), I was in much the same place.

Time flies, huh?

[PlumberKhan]

Originally Posted by Austin

So I'm going to the Knicks/Celtics game tonight with my girlfriend, sisters and my sisters boyfriend. I got the tickets on stubhub and now I'm somehow responsible for picking a place for us to meet before the game.

Anyone know a good bar near the Garden to meet up?

Thanks in advance.

Use Google.


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[detjetsfan]

Beers - Stout (most happening bar in mid-town and way better than overhyped McSorley)

Boobs - Rick's (best club in NY and maybe the entire country)

TGI in the basement of Penn Station has reasonably priced apps and margaritas if you just want something convenient and close.

[Borgoguy]

Originally Posted by crasherino

As I type this, I hear my lil one trying to convince my wife to go "Night Night" next to him. 11 years ago (on Super Bowl Night eve), I was in much the same place.

Time flies, huh?

Those are such precious moments, which disappear all too quickly, too. My son is going to be 15 this year. I miss him being out "little guy".

As for time with my wife? I keep trying to figure out where the 80s, 90s, 00's went. Fortunately, we found the right women with whom to grow old.

[Jets Things]

Originally Posted by detjetsfan

Boobs - Rick's (best club in NY and maybe the entire country)

Clearly you've never left midtown Manhattan.