After once and for all realising that Big Sis really, really does not appreciate jazz, we left our swanky and posh cocktail bar for the West Village gem that is The Spotted Pig.
Although the Spotted Pig is known for amazing cocktails, Big Sis and I went against the hipster crowd in there and had wine and beer and longingly stared at their famous shoestring fries following our dinner of strawberries and prosecco.
I basically fell in love with this place from the moment I sat foot in there. Actually, I kind of loved it the first time I heard the name. Then again I tend to love any place that has a name with a barn yard animal in it. I am a country girl after all.
Basically it's like the greatest combination of my two favourite places in the world, it has the feel of a Shoreditch pub with the Manhattan clientele and staff. Meaning, you can have a chilled out drink amongst beautiful people without having to be afraid to offend the bar staff by asking them to do their jobs. Plus the bartender was adorable and gave me my Old Fashioned for free. Guess I'm not just chilled out, I'm clearly also kind of easy...
I need this place to be my new local.
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| My sister and the hipsters |
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| I want this as my neighbourhood bar |
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