February 22nd 2013
Story originally written and experienced: September 14th 2012
I did it…twice.
Went to the Spritzenhaus Bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn that is. Once back in September 2012 with Nicole Detamble where we triple-fisted questionably large ciders like this:
And the second time in February 2013 with my friend Alex where we invested in a few brews or 6 and admittedly ended up looking like this:
But there was something that always brought me back to this place.
That no other place in Manhattan had.
That compelled me to travel all the way to Brooklyn just to enjoy their renowned
Come back this story gets better.
Now, the first time I went to the Spritzenhaus, I was completely oblivious to their strange Jenga ways. In fact, I non- chalantly grabbed the complimentary box, placed it on the table, and prepared elevate my pride via miniature pieces of wood (hahaha) But as I reached my hand into the combo pack (hahaha) –
I noticed a message on one of the blocks
…and then on another…
and then on another.
And before I knew it I had created a Jenga Tower Of Poetry that looked like this:
And then I began to read them. And I realized. That every single message. Came from a different person. That was also here once. Triple fisting ciders and admittedly making faces like us. Interesting people. Weird people. Anonymous people. Just. Like. Me. So I snapped a few pics of the cream of the crop wood I discovered back in 2012, and will now share them with you.