Friday, February 6, 2009


Dory and I spent our entire Saturday together. We sometimes added people here or there, but we really only spent maybe a total of 15 minutes apart to run individual errands. It was a wonderful day of roommate bonding that ended with an impromptu field trip to Barcade.

Barcade is one of those places that actually lives up to that idea you get in your head when you hear about it for the first time. It's simple: arcade games (most seemingly from circa 1982) and beer. And great beer at that. (I had a mighty tasty dobbelbock from Climax Brewery in New Jersey.)

So after losing $5 in quarters, we ended up sitting at the bar nursing our second-round beers. And since it was the end of the night for the both of us, and since the day was an exercise in friendship building, we shared secrets. And at that point I knew the day had been a rousing success.

CONSUMED: Barcade; 388 Union Ave, Williamsburg (Brooklyn)

Wow. Two bar posts in one week. What do you think I've been doing with myself lately?


  1. And then we spent most of our sunday together too!

    Barcade is specifically made more awesome by the little slats of wood between the games so you have somewhere to put your beer while shooting at monsters. Or rolling balls down ramps.

    Damn balls.

    Dear Kurt, the reason there are dishes in the sink is because I'm at barcade spending quarters on that damn ball-rolling game.


  2. good thing you're able to save your quarters by doing laundry in kensington.