Another EV Grieve reader bravely entered Superdive over the weekend and filed this rather random list of bulleted points via e-mail:
• First makout sessions by 8:30. A guy hard-core kissing a girl's neck like it was 1984 at 1:00 AM.
• Beer pong
• The manager(?) saying to me they were all reserved for the
next two weeks.
• You can get a Stella keg for $450.
• Seems to be a bar to relive college. Beer pong (except I never played this) and a lot of shots
• All drinks are in plastic cups
• Can i reserve a place for 10-15 people? with a keg?
• Hipster wannabee bartenders. friendly but there's arrogance like they're on the red carpet
• Beer pong. Again, beer pong. Do I need to say more?
• I feared for my life when I walked out. I deserved to be beat up. I felt shame. Superdive has nothing to do with the east village.
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12 comments:
That's it...who's down for some Pong?? Can we reserve the entire space? Permanently?
Sure! Put some bunk beds in the back...
Need some help settling a roommate debate regarding the pronunciation of this site. Is it "Greevy" like rhymes with EV or Greev as in the verb of grief? Thanks!
Are you sucking from a keg right now?
"• Hipster wannabee bartenders. friendly but there's arrogance like they're on the red carpet "
or they could just be totally fed-up with dealing with douches for hours, just a thought.
also this mj-tribute is making my head explode. it's like a car accident, i don't know why i'm watching it. i could use a keg right now.
I'm with you, ak. Has the city set up any MJ Memorial Free Zones?
I thought that said EV Gravy!
Grieve as in grief.
I thought it was a tribute to Ben Grieve!
We tried to get him for the EV Grieve softball team. Could have used him the other night vs. BoweryBoogie.
a gunfight at the E.V. corral. nice home run, Grieve.
when's the rematch?
Soon as we order a $450 barrel of Stella for second base!
When a classic scotch and soda is replaced with "beer pong", it's truly a sign that NYC is done.
I lived and thrived in the east and west village back in the 70's and early 80's. I would be damned to find myself in this charade of a city ever again.
Shame on you NYC, you used to be cool.
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