The inside has about as much personality as I was expecting. The decor seems to have been stolen from a mid-size Midwestern city's airport hotel bar.
The bartender's were lovely. The TV's were enormous and in High Def, although they don't seem to have splurged on the HD cable sports package in order to take advantage of the TVs. They also did not splurge on music. We were treated to the sounds of some smooth 70's love songs via a radio station.
The bar is situated right next to a church and a school. New York law states that the bar's doors must be more than 100 feet away, which means the bar must use its side door and the huge doors that are on the outside can never be used. Not only is this confusing to the foot traffic passing by but it definitely ruins the aesthetics of the one nice design element in the place. But, finally after 2 years, it's open. If they had been smart enough to use their back room in a unique way, like a dart board or pool table, I would go again....but instead there's just some uncomfortable looking wooden tables in Carroll Gardens first Frat Bar.
Here's the thing, my apartment is coming along nicely. I found my menu book, my passport, organized my dvds and video games and really just need to get my pictures hung up (it'd be nice to have new ones of my nephews...) but I've yet to find my battery charger for my camera. I'm on the verge of buying a new one because I'm at a loss as to where it may be. My new apartment is much bigger but that seems to have left less hiding spots. Also, I've just had a lot of distractions. New job, new season of mostly appalling television to try out (so far its only Gossip Girl and Dexter that have been added on to my DVR) plus a few other extraneous things. I've started taking French on Saturday mornings. The first day of class I was approximately 3.5 minutes late. I walked into class and already they were having conversations with each other. I freaked out thinking that I wrote down the wrong starting time or came into French for Experts rather than French for Beginners, but it turns out that my French teacher just enjoys making us feel stupid and inferior for not speaking French already. I got a small dose of "French friendliness" when I was in Brussels and ordered off of the Dutch side of a menu rather than the French side, despite both languages being fluently spoken. In class we've come to the very typical 2nd step of learning a language, conjugating verbs. And there is NO way I could make this up. This is the very first verb list we are to learn.
I've studied both Spanish AND Dutch, and have no idea what the word for "hate" is in either language, but the very first verb I will conjugate in French is "detester". Je deteste, tu detestes, Il/elle deteste, nous detestons, vous detestez, ils/elles detestent.
My first stop when visiting the Met is always to go see the photos, which usually amounted to walking down a little hallway at the top of the stairs, but not anymore. Finally, the Met got it together and have opened up an entire wing for photography. After visiting the old British photographs, I had to go visit my boyfriend, Andy. The museum was empty enough that we got to spend a few minutes alone together, which never happens!