This Friday evening we went to
Spuyten Duyvil and
Fette Sau (owned by the same people) in Williamsburg. Thankfully Thom and I had already eaten dinner otherwise we would have gone hungry. Well, we did have a pickle.
But we certainly weren't left thirsty...

Interesting draft beers, no?

Fittingly blurry whisky.

What else do you do when you're waiting for your meat?

Matt and Jackie, however, had not eaten dinner. They enjoyed their ribs and burnt ends. I tried not to make unappetizing faces.
The bartender specifically asked that I not take his picture. Although I wasn't trying to take his picture - just the bar. Wonder what that story is...