Monday
16Jun
Upstairs Love to Sprakle
Perhaps Danny A. is having too much fun celebrating his role in Adam Sandler's new hit film, Don't Mess With the Zohan, to pay attention to what's happening at Ye Olde Upstairs. A Little Birdy was on the scene this weekend and filed this report:
1am on Sunday [ED: Monday], one of their regular nights, we count four tables (all occupied by promoters) and less than 25 people. It's a sad state of nyc nightlife when bottle service menus denote which bottles ACTUALLY get sparklers with them. Seriously, guys. And, the least you can do is spell it correctly.
There isn't much we can add to that, but we remember how much the Glen Pizzolorusso and Mortgage Boys loved to get their champagne and sparklers back in their heyday. Maybe sparklers sell.
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Reader Comments (1)
Let's put gross misspellings aside. Less because someone's busy getting their 15 minutes, more because with the rising costs of, well, everything in our fine city, we should feel truly lucky that we are not getting charged for these sprakerlers. By so generously including the sparakerlers in the meager cost of selected bottles, and reminding us that they're doing so (totally using extra Epson ink, btw - respect), they are only pocketing an average of $562.01 on the average bottle of Veuve Yellow Label. And if you are so fortunate to get 2 waitresses carrying sprakalaks in this seasons popular olympic-torch-bearer-meets-agyness-deyn style, that profit plunges to a cool $559.02. Thank god for that promoter who's been frequently "making it rain" with stacks of benjis at least once a week there, without that extra income they sweep up I don't know how they'd even get by.