Rocker Bar with Tattoos to Go.
A friend of mine, Max booked a group here free through AccessGotham. A bunch of frat brothers of his were in town from Boston. We were comped a free round of Blackberry Cocktails that quenched my thirst and tickled my taste buds. Max had promised his BU buds that if they made the trip he would tattoo a Cobra on his arm. Who knew that there would be a tattoo shop inside the bar? I hate snakes, but this was one bitching tattoo. My friend, Debbie was dressed in Rocker Chic, but I couldn’t believe when she peeled down to show off her tramp stamp. This NYC bar had Boston on their knees.