[Photo by Sheila Rothenberg via Facebook
At the front of the line for McSorley's.
Anyway, the bar is open. Last we heard there wasn't a line to get in ... and even room to stand inside
Updated 8:30 a.m.
[Photo by Christian from 6th Street
Updated 10:15 a.m.
if you are interested in an ongoing account from inside, then you can check out Eater, who is liveblogging
from the bar.
As much as I mock the fashion of wearing Hunter™ rubber wellies in New York, today would be a good day to wear them when navigating the multiple puke splats on our sidewalks, starting in about an hour.
For many St Pats started Thursday night. But its booze, its perfectly safe.
My ancestry is 25% Irish and each year I cringe as I see this day re-enforce a terrible stereotype instead of celebrate the great contributions Irish-Americans have made to this country.
Erin go bruh
Regardless of the holiday, anyone at a bar at 10am needs to be in rehab.
"It was only eleven in the morning when the relative calm of East 7th Street was washed away by a cascade of green vomit. Once the puddle’s progenitor, a young man wearing a green foam tophat and a green New York Jets hoodie, was finished staining the asphalt with what looked to be about $18 worth of beer, he threw back his shoulders, eyes watery, and rejoined his friends behind the police barricades. There were many high-fives. Welcome to St. Patrick’s Day’s Ground Zero, a green-streaked Douchebag Christmas."
@daho "anyone at a bar at 10am needs to be in rehab" I'm not insinuating that you're a fucking moron, you may just be stupid and ignorant. I work the midnight to 8 AM shift. So your 7 PM actually is my 10 AM. You provincial fucking clowns need to get it into your cement heads that NYC is a 24 hour town.
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