About once a week, I give myself a little gift.. I'm not talking about anything as detailed as a little self-love to XNXX but instead I treat myself to a decent lunch to offset the four days of dirty-gyros I consume. For about 2 years I've been going to a great little dive called the Perfect Pint in midtown about a half-a-block off of Times Square. The food is great, the beer is cold, the service is fantastic and the prices are ridiculous but the best thing about the entire experience has to be the coffee. This little place –which has a twin restaurant on East Side of Manhattan- has a certain old Irish charm you don't find in your typical mid-town joint. They have a daily special which for about $14 is usually a really interesting combination and they have about 100 beers on tap and their regular bartenders are friendly and always remember your name (even when you don't remember theirs). Think the 50% of Marks brothers with 200% the personalities. Keith looks like the Irish Brad Pitt if you morphed him with Sloth and Tommy looked like a cross between Mel Torme and Lee Corso. What this place lacks in hot-young women they make up in with personality
But past the stellar service, the good food and the flat-screen TV's the best reason to come there is the fact they make the absolute best coffee this side of Columbia.. Somehow paying $6 for a Smithwicks is completely justified if you know you are going to be washing it down with the best cup of Java you'll probably ever have especially since it comes out of some gigantic machine which looks like it should be spitting out dollar-coins when the screen hits three coffee beans. the secret to the success is apparently that Tommy cleans the machine every other day and Keith spikes the beans with JD.
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