If you’re old enough to remember McDonald’s original apple pies, you’ll be so happy you read this post.
For the young’uns reading this, gather ’round and indulge me as I get nostalgic for a moment.
Back in the day, my balletstudio was located around the corner from a McDonald’s. How convenient. As kids, my dancing queen friends and I would run over there between classes, gorge on quarter pounders with cheese, fries and the coup de grâce, apple pies.
The Back Room has been open since 2005 and yet still: NEW TO ME. Good enough. One of the bartenders there is hilariously obsessed with this Mew song. He played it repeatedly until the DJ took control.
While I didn’t like Back Room’s sidecar as much as Palena‘s, it was good. Then again, Palena’s sidecars are my gold standard.
Our second stop, Apothéke, is located in the heart of Chinatown. The real Chinatown as opposed to the blocks that have encroached upon Little Italy. Tiny Doyers Street, off lowerBowery, could easily have been an alley in Barcelona (if not, of course, for the Chinese signs everywhere).
At this point in my drinking night, I found Apothéke’s cocktail menu overwhelming and went with a classic Manhattan. It was tasty, but did not feature the delicious cherries it would at Bowery Hotel. I missed them. Boo.
How was your weekend?
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