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September 10, 2011

I’ve been burned out this week and haven’t gone out in a couple nights, so I thought I’d go out and have a MAD adventure tonight. The only problem was I couldn’t think of a destination to go to, so I turned to my old friend Google. I decided I’d type in “New York place” and go to the first place that came up and here’s the result:
So it’s off to the New York Palace, they’ve got a bar, maybe we’ll get a swizzle stick out of this trip!

Okay, out into the night. We'll take the subway to midtown.

Fuck, being a complete idiot and out of habit, I hopped onto a downtown train and here we are at 23rd Street. I briefly thought about crossing the street and getting back onto an uptown train, but you know what? Fuck it, I'm so burned out from this week, let's just see what we can find to do on 23rd Street. Time to improvise.

Alright, let's see what's shaking on 23rd Street on a Friday night in New York City.

Dunkin' fucking Donuts, definitely not going in there.

Here's a man passed out in a taco shop. That's how I felt all week!

I just thought of a place to go to, it's right down the street.

The Chelsea Hotel sign is still unlit and closed. I wonder what the new owners are going to do to it. Time will tell.

And here we are, I thought we'd have a drink at the bar in the El Quijote restaurant. This is a classic place and it's been on the block for 80 years.

Let's go inside, I'm dying for a drink.

I love this place and the food is great here, but tonight it's packed with a bunch of loudmouth after-work yuppies. Ah, fuck it, there's one seat at the end of the bar, I'm going to snag it.