Josh and I joined a bunch of my workfolk for a dinner out, and then went with one of them to a bar her friends were at,
called (and located at) 230 5th Ave.</p>
<p>We walked in the door, a little confused 'cause it looked very residential. Once we decided we could just go through, a
an short, elderly man said "Excuse me, ma'am. The gentlemen must have pants."</p>
<p>And so we left.