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...like this, someone will get real drunk and yell, 'Backstreet Boys.' If I were a regular 28-year-old guy, I'd think the same thing, that I'm a watered-down teen idol. I get it," he says, drinking his second Stoli with lime at an Irish pub in midtown Manhattan. "Whenever that happens, I buy the guy who said it a shot of Jack Daniel's, and in 10 minutes I'm his new best friend." Even Jimmy Kimmel, co-host of The Man Show and Daly's real-life friend, thinks the off-air Daly is acceptable...
...Places like the Pub, which subscribe to the Bill Clinton theory of alcohol salesmanship (that is, of course, the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy) are to stodgy urban neighborhoods what oases are to parched deserts. Indeed, there are few things that can bring together such an eclectic group of youngsters as an FDE. At the Pub, for instance, you will find 14-year-old debutante prima donnas and shady 26-year-olds hitting on those 14-year-old debutante prima donnas. You will find the high school kids...
...Pub” (as I will refer it) is a subterranean enclave unremarkable in nearly every respect, offering an entirely un-unique mixture of mediocre menu items and overpriced libations. But the Pub manages to do great business, as it is known to youthful denizens of Manhattan’s Upper West Side as one of all too few establishments that will serve alcohol to anyone tall enough to get their head over the counter. The many Columbia undergrads who frequent the Pub still have what we have lost: an FDE. (Free Drinking Establishment, not to be confused with...
...before everyone runs down to New York, I should add that I do not mean “free” in the base, worldly, monetary sense—indeed, quite the opposite, as the Pub is able (perhaps as a deserved compensation for audaciously defying the authorities) to exact prices on drinks that exceed what one can purchase retail in a corner store by many hundred percent. But in another important sense, every drop of mind-numbing ferment that passes into the hands of the Pub’s thirsty customers is absolutely gratis—free...
...Going to the Pub on trips home is, these days, bittersweet, serving as a painful reminder of the sorry situation in Cambridge, which now is bereft of FDE’s. The Grille was the closest thing we had, and it has gone the way of the Dodo. Final clubs now have a monopoly on the weekend social scene; there is no public place, owned by a capitalist adult, where Harvard, Tufts and Boston College students can mingle with creepy Cambridge locals, all reveling in their shared bending of an obsolete and absurd drinking...