So I ended up drinking in Williamsburg, Brooklyn last night for the first time in a very long time. We stopped by the WB mainstays, Barcade and Union Pool.
It actually surprised me that Williamsburg has somehow managed to become a caricature of itself. I didn't think such a feat was possible.
Needless to say, absent some very good company, I won't be stepping foot in any more Williamsburg bars again for a very long time.
Something tells me I won't be missing out on much.
