Sinking ships, plugging dykes and drinks all around.

Thomas Pink striped shirt draped by a BOSS suit, guy at the bar shouted to his friend “Eh, yo! how’d youse do in the Market today?”
The Ted Baker wearing brit responded “I took a hit for 50 today”
“Aaaoooohhhh! I’m only down 25”
“Eh guy! pour me a stiff vodka red bull!”
“Make it two!!”

In New York, finance guys are all a dime a dozen – shit 75% of my friends work for some bank, hedge fund, analysts or what ever. I’ve met many of the cocky witless monkeys that blab on about the bonuses that eclipse pedestrian salaries, like these guys, at the latest nautical “dive” bar scene, The Rusty Knot, fit the stereotype to a T. The Knot with Busch Beer on tap, box wine on the shelf, Tiki glasses, Spider Bowls, a pool table and decor from the Love Boat is Ken Friedman (The Spotted Pig), Taavo Somer (Freeman’s), Tobey Maloney (Milk & Honey) and a Momofuku alum bar’s new venture which quietly started up last week on the west side overlooking the Hudson River.

Despite the yupster vibe, I’ll be back to the Knot for the cheap happy hour and to point fingers at the Jersey commuters that are stuck in traffic headed back to the tunnel.