My friends couldn’t believe they charged me $9 for dusty brown syrup with no alcohol left in it, but it was fun! You could taste in every sip the 60 years of nobody ever ordering Campari, in that dark little room with the best jukebox in the world.
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good lord, the Silvercrest, that place is a trip. if you are nice to the greek owners they’ll give you a shot of ouzo on the house.
Can hipsters not write the word “jukebox” even once without qualifying it as “the best in the world?”. It’s a record player with old records in it, for fuck’s sake.
Dude, check out this jukebox.