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Friday
Sep302011

Park Slope Residents Worried That Proposed Bar Will Ruin Our Children

Left photo via Save the Slope

Park Slope businessman Luis Cordero is invading quiet, residential, upstanding Sixth Avenue. He's intent on bringing ruin to children, families and church goers. How? By opening a motherfucking sports bar. At least that’s what the residents trying to stop Cordero from opening this bar are claiming. Here are some choice quotes from The Brooklyn Paper from such protesters: 

“Do we want our kids to see this when they come out of day care?”

“We see what alcohol does to individuals and families... Now it’s dividing this community”

“A bar here would be a real aberration and a lot of lives would be affected.”

 And, my favorite: “This is a place to get drunk while eating chicken wings.”

What the fuck is wrong with getting drunk while eating chicken wings?! Ain’t nothing wrong with beer and wings! Shit, writing about getting drunk while eating chicken wings makes me want to get drunk while eating chicken wings. You know a place that I love to get drunk while eating chicken wings? The fucking Dram Shop, which is less than a 5 minute walk from the proposed location of Cordero’s bar on 7th Street and 6th Avenue.

There’s a real argument to be made here against Cordero. His track record isn’t the greatest. He’s been hit with 16 violations in the past three years. His claim that the joint is “more of a restaurant than a bar,” is suspect. Whenever someone has to tell you’re they’re running a classy joint, it’s never a classy joint. I wouldn’t trust him to open anything.

But why make a logical argument when you can pass moral judgment on chicken wings and beer? In their defense, I stopped going to the 6th Avenue Library around 1990 because they never, ever, had any fucking book I wanted. Ever. In fact, it may have driven me to drink at the ripe old age of 10 if there was a sports bar across the street. 

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