May 26, 2013
Hey, drinky drunky derelicts, sloshy sots, thirsty flophouse friends, and such and the like! Did you know that, if you order something from its brunch menu, the dimly-lit Village Lantern (167 Bleecker) will supply you with as many mimosas and/or Bloody Marys you can dump into your drooling hobo maw for a solid two hours? I didn't. It took two fabulous drunkard friends visiting from Indianapolis to slur the news to me across the table when I joined them (but the lass did not partake, alas) yesterday afternoon. See, contrary to very popular belief, tourists aren't all bad, after all.