Kabooz

middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel «« A recent facebook check in got me a prompt to write a review for Kabooz. I am barely old enough to remember when trains had a Kaboose as the last car, and most people born in the Seventies and after may have never seen an active Kaboose, so this bar drops the, “e”, and changes the, “s” to “z” leveraging, “booze” as a clever name. In addition to the many foreign tourist the Polish barista, Renata, has good reason to overlook the clever in the bar’s clever name. To solve my acute domestic disturbance in New Jersey I spent the night at Penn Station sleeping in two separate Amtrak waiting areas two hours each rest. The rest of the time I was observing the homeless dormitory of Penn Station and the largely ineffective actions of the police to disrupt the rest of the homeless. During morning rush hour my business phone activities began and I wanted to be away from the central activity. I wanted to be away from the other people who spent the night at Penn Station, because after my all-night experience I could ID the station sleepers as they mingled, begged money, and dug through trash. All the preamble for one point . . . TGI Friday’s is very close to the train-info board where everyone feels they must wait, so if someone were to survey the scene like I am now qualified to do . . . TGI Friday’s has customers drinking among the residents of the station. Enjoying a drink and seeing someone inspect the contents of the trash is pleasure New Yorker’s can find, but watching the same trashcan inspected again and again . . takes away from any pleasure of a drink. The obvious alternative to the trash-diggers scene from TGI Friday’s is Kabooz. Dear kind readers: Don’t numb your mind and watch the train-info-board with the throngs of ameteur riders. You have time enough for a drink before your train, so don’t think you need to be obsessively close to the Amtrak-NJT-info board, because you don’t. Years ago maybe, but today with multiple boards and apps Kabooz keeps you plugged in yet separated by enough distance that you don’t have to be reminded of the underbelly of NYC each time your lips touch the rim of your glass. Sincerely, Tom Doody »» about me 302-990-2346 nearlincoln@hotmail.com contact us

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middle-age American living in New Jersey near the Lincoln Tunnel
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