Broken Land

By strange coincidence I have woken up the past two Sunday mornings on a strange couch out in Brooklyn. As I informed last week Saturday night was spent out of Manhattan and because of the hassle of night trains we crashed at Jimmy's friend Phils very cool pad. This week I had gone with Amanda instead to a bar where her friend Eric had just started working. It seems that the latest bar fashion is the 'Lounge Bar' and this is actually the name of the establishment in question. It's a pretty cool idea really with lots of couches taking up most of the floor space and giving a nice relaxed feel. One odd thing that bugged me a little was that the speakers for the DJ were positioned so that they had to go past the couch area before the sound waves broke over the dance floor - not much but took a little away from the feel they were going for I thought.

Seeing it was such a nice evening we took our drinks out into the courtyard, or maybe it was so Amanda could smoke I forget, who cares, where we got chatting to some locals. After the initial period of breaking the ice, making sure they could speak english, posessed table manners you know that kind of thing ;) we were shown once again that Manhattan was not the only place that fun and cool people reside. If you do get around to checking out the blog big ups Matt, Anne and Dana and thankyou for your hospitality and instructions re. the virtues of Nathan's hotdogs which on further testing are far superior to anything else around. Also on showing that the benefit of the broken land (from the Dutch town Breuckelen and pretty obvious derivative) is that they had rooms they didn't know what to do with compared to Manhattan where more often than not the oven becomes essential storage space. Pity about the trains.