A little slice of local Woodside flavor.
Woodside, which I ventured to in order to grab dinner at an excellent (if quirky) Thai place, seems like an okay little neighborhood. Nothing special, nothing lousy, but when we stumbled upon Bar 69, well, it certainly was something.
I think this sign — placed conveniently over the toilet in the men’s room — sort of sums it up:
And, now that I think about it, maybe that explains why the pool table in the joint is so slanted. And, before I go, please allow me a brief rant about the inane street-naming conventions in Queens, where 36th Street crosses 36th Avenue right by 36th Road. It’s idiotic and, frankly, reason enough to avoid the borough entirely.