Memorial Day Weekend in New York City, where the extent of most people's patriotism consists of taking shots of red, white and blue colored liquors with sailors out partying during Fleet Week.
With that in mind (and the fact that Saturday was absolutely gorgeous), my friends and I celebrated America by starting on the slippery slope of day drinking. We kicked off the day at Spin, the ping pong club owned by Susan Sarandon (yes, you heard correctly), and continued in true New York City style by drinking on multiple rooftops.
So to say that I was slightly buzzed by the time I got off the F train for dinner in Vinegar Hill, Brooklyn to meet the DAsian and others friends would be a dangerous understatement. The setting sun, and quick stop at my apartment, had done nothing to curb my stupor, and it was 9:15 by the time I stumbled into Vinegar Hill House, meeting up with a far more sober crowd for what I hoped would be a fantastic American meal.
Our group of 7 presented us with the opportunity to try the whole menu (except for the very last steak for 2 for $100, which we passed on), so I not-so-subtly tried to steer people into ordering different things. This turned out to be quite easy, since everyone was already willing to try everything, and it's hard to be subtle when you're drunk.
