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.
Previously on EV Grieve:
The Superdive Diaries
11 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!
"• 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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