3. The Wooly // 11 Barclay Street
This is a classy joint. You can tell because there is a piano inside. If there is a piano, chances are, there is someone nearby that can play it. Only people with truly overbearing parents made them take piano lessons as a kid, so when they grew up, they probably became accountants or nurses to continue to please them. Then they go to civilized places like the Wooly to unwind. Anyway, when I lost my coatcheck number here, the woman was very understanding even though it wasn’t the same woman who was there earlier that evening.
2. Brooklyn Bowl // 61 Wythe Avenue
If you lose your number here, prepare to be grilled. This may have to do with the fact that I was wearing a jacket that a few other patrons seemed to be wearing too. If I wanted to be reckless, I could’ve just left it there, as it had little sentimental and financial value. I had bought it at a semi-trashy store in Chinatown called Chill for $10. I don’t know why I felt compelled to check it in. I was probably trying to impress the person I was with. Then again, the label on my jacket read “Betta B.,” so I don’t know who I was fooling.
1. Fontana’s // 105 Eldridge Street
I was kind of disappointed because it was Brit Pop Night, and I had come just to hear “Common People,” which they didn’t play (though they did play “Babies”). When I couldn’t find my coatcheck number, the woman asked me where I had come from and I said the basement. Apparently the basement was Brit Pop, the main floor was generic indie rock bros, and the second floor was trance. Of those three options, I suppose Brit Pop fans seemed the least likely to steal a coat. Then I went home and rocked myself to sleep.
