Welcome to the Neighborhood, 1109
“When your only neighbors are stray cats and strip clubs, pretty much anything goes.”
Wedged between the fresh stank of Newtown creek and a warehouse wasteland you’ll find our new stomping grounds: 1109 Metropolitan. To break things in and show our friends love, we decided to fill a few kiddie pools with beer and put on a classic end of summer barbeque.
For those of you that couldn’t make it, here’s what you missed: Big D’s whipped up a couple (hundred) tacos, Van Leeuwen kept things cool, and Sailor Jerry served up liquid courage as we got inked with paint buckets and money bags.
