Friday afternoon, my wife and I hustled over to Clydz in New Brunswick-- the grungy hipster basement martini bar with the excellent happy hour-- for perhaps the last time . . . or the last time in this location; this was the bar we went to after we got engaged (back in 1998) and a place where we have enjoyed many, many martinis and many good times-- I think it's being demolished in a week and then sometime this fall, Clydz will be resurrected in a much more modern venue up the street in the Helix-- but it won't be the same.
No comments:
Post a Comment