In eager anticipation of
Brooklyn Bowl (16 lanes in B-burg!), which apparently hasn't opened yet, my gang of friends and I ventured out to Sunset Park last night to experience the amazingness that is Melody Lanes. Most notable was the kooky bartender named George, who looked like something straight out of a David Lynch film and the quirky personality to match.
Apparently we aren't the only folks to notice George. In the past three years, the Times has run not one but two articles on him - one in the
Styles section (where he belongs. Man is his hair awesome) and one in the
City section, where he expounds on the nature of existence.
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