Kate’s friends Christian and Kent are in town this weekend, and I joined them for an Indian dinner (which was not as good as Bombay House – shout out to YesPlease, woot woot). It was Kent’s first time in New York, and he wanted to go to a dance club, bless his heart. Kate and I decided to opt out and go to a movie instead.Â As we walked down Columbus Ave, right before parting ways, we passed a club called Columbus 72, and Kent optimistically went over to ask the bouncer if there was a dress code.
Kent: “What’s the dress code here? Can I go in like this?” (t-shirt and jeans)
Very big thug bouncer, looking him up and down: “Not like that, sugar.”