Sweet, merciful smoke!
In an otherwise unrelated interview in Gawker, "Betty Pearl" (not his real name) observes that in New York City,
"when the smoking ban went in and the smoke cleared it was amazing how many places smelled like vomit."
Um, eww. Ban the ban, pronto!
If you're interested, the interview in question is a quick and dirty rundown of the best gay bars in New York. Based on my admittedly sketchy experience, it's true: the Phoenix does have cute guys, and they do hedge their bets. Also, it has one of the greatest juke boxes in the history of juke boxes.
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