Dirty Frank's gleaming oasis of weird in a town beset by 21st-century slickening, it’s always made people its primary business, no matter who those people are.
"I put in seven pounds of powder and four handles of vodka into each one. It's like the Jell-O soup kitchen."
"Toes are very hard to come by," the bar's "Toe Captain" Terry Lee said in a statement on the incident.
The Pennsylvania man says that he gave her the alcohol to celebrate her birthday.
People will call this guy stupid, or oblivious, or a "bad goalie." But no one can accuse this guy of being a bad human. He's just out there, surviving.
The nearly $8,800 price tag is going to give businessman Jason Wong more than a sore head in the morning.
If you come to Manhattan on St. Patrick's Day, there are scenes to behold of local-nightly-news B-roll pageantry, but really the day is a calamity, a demolition derby of male ego and the limits of human biology.