Because nothing would say “the future is uncertain and the end is always near” like rubbing elbows with your co-workers at The Restaurant Formerly Known As Tangerine as holiday laughter bellows through the cavernous Starr almost-was. On the other hand, if anybody does wind up booking a party at the late, great Washington Square, please invite us; this place pretty much ruled, and we could never quite figure out why Daddy Stephen throw it on his pile of aborted fetuses. Have a holly jolly Christmas, everybody!
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