i escaped the country of my origin, braved a 14 hour bus ride, and found myself at this wunderbar little place in williamsburg, home to the largest styrofoam cups known to the northern hemisphere (don't tell me brazil doesn't have larger ones). they pride themselves on their elegant decor, and celebrate the most recent holiday with great gusto until the next one arrives - i was privy to the valentines day cut-outs having arrived shortly after said holiday. if you enjoy watching a james bond flick at the bar while the elderly barkeep wrapped in a sweatshirt steeped in the 80s pours your beverage, and the denizen to your right takes issue with the action scene as a crazed backpacker lolls in the background, move to brooklyn immediately. i want to. why do i live in canada again?
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