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Taco Bell is shit. I know this. It’s not Mexican food, Tex-Mex, or some other hyphenated equivalent. It’s mass-marketed meat product. It’s baby food that’s impossible to decipher into separate body parts or separate animals. Which of Ol’ MacDonald’s charges…
I call my parents habitually most weekends, but that Sunday I avoided telling them more than usual. I merely said I was having brunch with a friend from school. What I left off as I moved Matrix-like through Manhattan Valley…
I am sitting in front of a half-eaten burrito bowl in a booth at 1020. I text Zoe, “quick— what do you want to drink” because I feel anxious about eating in an establishment that doesn’t serve food. I order…
Catherine and I are standing on the train platform waiting for the one train. We’re both bitching about things we hate, so I decide this is the perfect time to conduct an interview. She is bundled, wearing a large puff…
My commute to school is an easy one. Sometimes. It’s straightforward—for New York, anyway: I hop on the ⅔ in Prospect Heights and ride that sucker all the way to 96th, dodder across a platform and hop the local to…
This was going to be a piece about pigeons. Oh, God, this was going to be a piece about pigeons—and I sat down here, in Vineapple Cafe, to write about pigeons. But Fate intervened. Vineapple has typically provided respite from…
My phone buzzes. I answer as I step out into the hallway: “Hi there, how is Jack Bird doing?” Luckily, I had a five minute break during my final workshop of the semester to pee and sip tea. Peter tapped…
“I think the guy outside is a Giants fan,” I told my boyfriend over the phone late one August morning, peering out my window in Morningside Heights. I had yet to install curtains in my new apartment—or to move in…
I message my roommate from undergrad, Chris, who was then known for dipping because it wasn’t something a lot of people did where I went to school. He’s since quit, he tells me, but wintergreen-flavored Copenhagen “used to be my…
On the corner of 112th and Broadway a familiar red neon sign glows, leading hoards of students and tourists through its doors. Perhaps they’re hoping to find Jerry, Elaine, George, or Kramer huddled together in a booth, ordering pie and…
(editor’s note: Beau/Brady are pseudonymous character names) Barflies Vol. 2 Vanguard Wine Bar, New York, New York March 2017 7 o’clock P.M. Original Illustration by Alexis de Chaunac . Kyle Kouri is an MFA candidate in fiction at Columbia…
In a dim and crowded Greenwich Village wine bar I arrive late and flustered to meet Brendan Boston, a Harlem-based set designer whose work has taken him around the country and world. Ever since I saw his designs in person…
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