I've only been to three, although there was a few years in the beginning of my years in NYC that I was rambling* the LES with Keith to a million different bars, none of which I knew the names of. Including, of course, my first foray into a gay bar, where Keith patiently waited out my questions until the answer finally dawned on me: "How come nobody's wearing a shirt?" "How come everybody kisses the bartender before they leave?" "On the lips?" "This is a lot of leather pants in one place, isn't it?" "What were you doing in the bathroom for 20 minutes?"
*Op®
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