Yogi's Remainders
It has been two week, so why not revisit the Yogi's end-of-the-world one more time? I never did link to Paul's great post, or his photo album, from the last week there. I believe he was there 8 straight days or something. He writes:
He also has great photos from the end too. Thanks, Paul!
Can you believe it has been two weeks already? Is it time to get over it?
It was where I drank with a porn star, a dishwasher, and a trust-fund millionaire. And I don't mean like over the years. I mean at one time. It was where I met tourists from countless countries, got flashed by bartenders as incentive to not leave (it worked), belted out the words to redneck country tunes, and drank way too much on a too-regular basis with suits, skanks, hippies, degenerates, alkies, perverts, Columbia students, mothers, and the occasional dumb shit who'd order wine.
He also has great photos from the end too. Thanks, Paul!
Can you believe it has been two weeks already? Is it time to get over it?
Labels: bartenders, patrons, Paul Katcher, photos, Tommy McNeil, upper east side, Yogi’s
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