Thursday, May 7, 2009
A week of brown bagging it
I come from a state where a person could easily enjoy his alcoholic consumption while walking the street at his or her leisure. Where is this magical place you may ask? Everytown U.S.A. (United States of America, yeah that's right, where you're reading this very blog post from).
I moved to New York a few years ago and one of the first things that I noticed, besides the mole people, was that a gentleman or lady with an acquired taste for grandma's moonshine couldn't walk the street showing off such a magical cure-all elixir without a fine from big brother. In a city of such laws, the B.Y.O.B. is king. I propose a week to celebrate such restaurants who are bold and brave enough to not acquire alcohol licenses.
Come join me everyone and we'll start something truly uninspiring. We'll pick a day, which will bleed into a week, and then before we know it we won't remember where the "week" began. I don't even remember where this post began...