Last night I sadly said goodbye to what might be the best party in New York City that no one ever knew about. Bar None is a magical place; a place I would of thought most unlikely for me to frequent and eventually come to love. A sports bar downtown - true, but far from the whole story. Bar None is one of the few places there is no pretension once inside. Literally people are there to be loud and get loose PERIOD.
Not to mention that its a saints bar so after the games its New York’s best southern rap party. I got the DJ to play Young Jeezy’s “who dat” 3 times last night holding a pitcher in one hand and a Jameson on the rocks in the other. Now that the super bowl is over I’ll have to go back to holding mediocre conversations at posh bars around the city :(. Till next season Bar None…I Love You.





















