Recently my sister discovered that I have a bar in Brooklyn. Sort of. She finally got around to having a drink there yesterday – some reports, via text message:
At 5:03 –
Drinking at Angry Wade’s – not gonna lie, it’s real shady.
At 5:05 –
But then two minutes later we got free shots of whiskey. Angry Wade’s is awesome.
And it gets better at 5:30 –
Get this – Angry Wade was married to Sweet Melissa (the name of a sweet shop, also in Brooklyn), but they got divorced and everyone here says Wade is better for it.
Yup, I’m 90% certain this bar is mine, or at the very least the Angry Wade is actually me from the future come back in time to drink whiskey in the tri-state area.