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It's not nice to sleep with another guy's boyfriend but when a hot little number like Wayne turns up all bright-eyed and flirty and wanting to throw back a couple beers I need a neighborhood hideaway stat!
Which is why Wayne and I ducked out of the frigid air and the watchful eyes of Union Square shoppers and into nearby Pete's Tavern. Pete's is an old-school pub founded in 1864 that features a rowdy front bar and two cozy dining rooms populated mostly by straight, middle-aged married couples from the neighborhood. So if you're looking to get away with a little pre-adultery snack this is a great place to nip away where you're practically guaranteed not to run into nosy gay friends. (Looking to avoid nosy straight friends? Try The Eagle.)
I asked for a table for two in the back, and passing through the bar full of football fans deep in their evening beer buzz, we were led through the first dining room and on into the second. And just when I thought we couldn't be seated any further from prying eyes, I spotted the last booth on the inside wall, tucked in the corner with seat backs higher than our heads. The perfect crime!
We ordered two pints of home-brewed Pete's Ale and as we were feeling a little snackish we added a bowl of soup of the day (pasta fagiole) and grilled calamari. Our server brought the brews right away, and at the same time brought bread and a tasty salsa-like dip made of whole chick peas and herbs in olive oil.
The soup came first, then calamari. It was all decent pub food. The soup was thick and just right for a wintry day, and the calamari was more than enough for two though some pieces were a little too dry. It didn't matter though; we were tucked away so far back in this joint we could have sat there all day throwing back pints and picking at our food. Nobody was going to spot us here.
As it happened we didn't need that much time. A couple pints of Pete's Ale in the woody intimate setting was enough to make us go somewhere even more secluded — back to my place. Sadly I can't review that experience for you here, though any guys who want to send in a photo and vital stats may win a chance to experience it firsthand. |
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| chumwater |
| January 19, 2003 |
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