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Bourbon Street is located on Manhattan's upper
west side between 79th stree and 80th street. It's mardi Gras all year round with
nightly parties, drink specials, music, darts, foosball, and enough tv's to make
any sports fanatic happy.
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The saga of Bourbon Street began many years ago, in a bar downtown. Three friends
sat with their watered down draft bears and stale pretzels, and complained about
everything from their work, to their girlfriends, to whatever else crossed their
minds. One of them, disinterested and slightly buzzed, turned to the other two
and jokingly suggested, "We should just quit our fuckin' jobs and open up our
own bar." "Hmmm…..watered down beer and stale pretzels to call our own", another
said sarcastically. "No, I mean a real bar, a good bar, a fun bar," the first
one responded as he looked around the bar. "I don't like going to bars where I
have to wear a suit and a tie, pay some snotty little 18 year old sorority girl
who thinks a "snake bite" is something on her biology mid term $10 for a pint
of Bud. I want to be able to be able to walk into a bar, high five everyone in
the place, watch some football, eat some wings, drink some beer, and dance with
cute drunk girls on the bar all night. Now why can't I find a place to do that?",
he ranted. The other two agreed with a raise of their glass and a burp from their
gut. A bar was to be born. But what kind of bar? What would drag everyone in and
make it stand out from other bars? A theme perhaps? A party theme? Even better.
So they tried out a couple of ideas. First was the Chinese New Year Bar, but after
2 months, a ton of fireworks, 3 fires and 12 trips to the emergency room they
decided to rethink. Then came the St Patricks Day Bar. This wasn't that bad except
for the fact that the bar was always filled with old drunk Irish guys named O'Malley.
That and too many patrons would get hurt during the weekly post soccer game brawl/stampede.
More bad ideas followed. The Hannukah Bar, The Mickey Mouse and Friends Pub, and
The Michael Bolton Tribute Bar seemed to stand out the most. Down on their luck
and desperate for ideas they decide to take a road trip. While driving around
down south in a quaint little city they began to notice crowds of drunk half naked
people who seemed to be having the time of their life. They stopped the car and
began to walk around. After all alcohol and half naked women are definitely grounds
for further investigation. "Sweet Jesus," one yelled as he stood in awe. "That
drunk girl just flashed that guy over there for a cheap pair of beads.", he exclaimed.
At that point you could almost see the lightbulbs clicking on above each of their
heads. "So wait, hot girls will take off their shirts for beads as long as it's
Mardi Gras" one suggested. "Hmmm…..beer + beads + girls = fun", they thought.
They looked at each other and with out saying a word, scrambled back to their
car, and made a b-line back to new york. With their road trip as their inspiration,
Bourbon Street was born. Mardi Gras is alive and well on the upper Westside, and
will continue to go strong as long as people continue to enjoy drinking, dancing,
football, and waking up the next morning with a hangover and someone they never
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