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March 26, 2004
Like foreign toys washed upon the shore, they find refuge in the dimly lit interior of the crowded café. The pierced-lipped and pink-haired young woman; the man with his short hair and unkempt beard melting into one hazy outline about his face; the plaid clad hipster, trucker cap ironically crowning his purposefully mussed hair: they form an indistinct sea of clever t-shirts, silk-screened with out-dated pop-icons and intentionally obscure phraseology. Dos XX, Heineken, Stella Artois, Brooklyn Lager, beers that have traveled across oceans and seas and beers brewed across the East River – the conversations and beers washed down with laughter.