In the ocean of slick "hipster chic" bars serving organic beers, all you sometimes want to do is to dive in to a bar that looks crappier than your bedroom, get hammered on cheap no-name whiskey, maybe play some pool, and sing-yell a Weezer song by the end of the night
Whether you’ve jumped the turnstiles (not recommended, but we get it) or pony’d up for one last $104 monthly MetroCard before the fare hikes in March, the next L stop on this Drink & Ride gets you to Morgan - previously only a name you associated with girls who played high school field hockey
