"I was almost excommunicated in the second grade"
I never read the Sunday Times anymore, really, but I bought a copy of it today because I'm moving (no big whoop, just within Brooklyn, and more on that later but the moving process is invited to eat a pair of my shorts the size of Kansas City that is made of bees…hate!), and I'm wrapping up some plates when I run across this piece about Peter Napolitano, the bartender at Melody Lanes in Brooklyn.
Yes, he really looks like that. If you have never had the pleasure of stepping into the Melody bar for a beverage and interacting with Pete, I can tell you that this article is the very tiniest tip of the iceberg of WTF that is that guy. He's not crazy, I wouldn't say, but one minute you're talking baseball and the next thing you know he's all, "Let me explain to you a few things," and your brain is making actual Pop-Rocksy sounds trying to follow what he's talking about. If you have hung out with Pete, you know what I'm saying.
And then he makes a delicious vodka tonic. It's a lot of information. Anyway, if you haven't bowled Melody and you live locally, check Pete out. Bring some Advil, though. It's beyond.
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