24th
Grace Tavern Follow-Up!
Wow, I just made mention of the Cult of Rees going on over at Yelp, and here the inimitable Bowman T. Bowman (yes, that is his real name)(in part) coincidentally, weighs in, not two hrs ago.
Bowman, for those of you who don’t know him, and you don’t probably, is a nearly seven-foot-tall man-mountain who tends bar with Rees at Grace Tavern and also at Sugar Mom’s, which is a subterranean former sugar factory where the men’s room is wallpapered in 70s-era Playboys (or Penthouses. Maybe both.) and where Bowman, will, if you are nice, make you a bleu cheese/bacon/red pepper/mushroom cheesesteak that would make the tourist-fattening dunces at Geno’s kill themselves with shame, if they weren’t too busy being racist. Bowman also gets bored behind the bar and whips up weird shooters like the “Six-Toed Cat” (I think it’s a Hemingway thing) which are dangerous, even for experienced tipplers.
Anyway, Bowman exercised his Freedom of Speech so lustily that the webnerds at Yelp yanked his riposte. But lo! He put it on Thee Facebook, and because I am not yr friend probably, I copy it for you here. Please enjoy.
