O Charlies,
When life gets bad, you were always there to make me an alcoholic. Guinness, many missing from our bill, good music, amazing waitresses and bartenders, Friday night soccer chants. You were home. Too bad I left you and went back to school. My life has been crap since.
Charlies used to part of the sunday
guantlet. Shays-Charlies-strip club or
where ever we stumbled to. We would
always get a little too rowdy and I
remember one game of the spin the
bottle that got a little out of hand.
I must thank the lovely bartenders at
Charlies for always providing us with
a great time(lots of lemon drops)
ahhh, charlies... one of the last few
things left in the square that doesnt
suck my crusty asshole. im not quite
old enough to get drunk there, but the
burgers kick ass. way to go charlie's!
Damn best Lobster Roll I've ever had,
and God how I miss those late nights
with that and a cold one!
I can't even find crustaceans of any
sort in this freakin' city-- NYC.
Good lord...I have left Charlies
without being able to see so many
nights I can't remember. I met the girl
I travelled the world with there. One
time I was so fucked up in the upstairs
bar I whipped out my cock, put it up on
the bar and screamed, "Jesus Christ
look at this fuckin shit!". I slapped
it on the bar and then immediately had
to puke. There was a line for the
bathroom so I just let it go off the
fire escape in the back. Ahh, what good
nights are made of!
Charlie's: my guilty pleasure. I know
I should only have ONE vat of
Hoegarten, but it just goes down so
smooth... and I feel so tough drinking
it with 2 hands... plus, how can anyone
resist such a smashing jukebox? I had
forgotten all about Think Tree! Thanks
Charlie's!
When life gets bad, you were always there to make me an alcoholic. Guinness, many missing from our bill, good music, amazing waitresses and bartenders, Friday night soccer chants. You were home. Too bad I left you and went back to school. My life has been crap since.
employees or frequent customers of
this bar.
have my paycheck directly deposited
into your account? I say we skip the
middle man.
guantlet. Shays-Charlies-strip club or
where ever we stumbled to. We would
always get a little too rowdy and I
remember one game of the spin the
bottle that got a little out of hand.
I must thank the lovely bartenders at
Charlies for always providing us with
a great time(lots of lemon drops)
things left in the square that doesnt
suck my crusty asshole. im not quite
old enough to get drunk there, but the
burgers kick ass. way to go charlie's!
and God how I miss those late nights
with that and a cold one!
I can't even find crustaceans of any
sort in this freakin' city-- NYC.
without being able to see so many
nights I can't remember. I met the girl
I travelled the world with there. One
time I was so fucked up in the upstairs
bar I whipped out my cock, put it up on
the bar and screamed, "Jesus Christ
look at this fuckin shit!". I slapped
it on the bar and then immediately had
to puke. There was a line for the
bathroom so I just let it go off the
fire escape in the back. Ahh, what good
nights are made of!
I should only have ONE vat of
Hoegarten, but it just goes down so
smooth... and I feel so tough drinking
it with 2 hands... plus, how can anyone
resist such a smashing jukebox? I had
forgotten all about Think Tree! Thanks
Charlie's!