Barcade

After listening to some fantastic jazz at the Jewish Community Center in midtown Manhattan, and eating some delicious fresh beet salad in a French-style bar/cafe in South Williamsburg, the only logical thing to do is to drink micro-brewed beers in a bar that has allllll the old arcade games--Donkey Kong, Galactica, Ms. Pac Man, you name it. There were other strange things about the bar, but none really worthy mentioning. The evening became admittedly hazy so even the lack of salted peanuts at the bar seemed strange to me.

In two hours, we'll get on a train to Albany on route to the Lake, leaving the exhilaration of New York City behind. It will be a bittersweet departure.