On my way into
Brooklyn, my friend Eric (bassist of Flourishing) asked me if I wanted to meet up for dinner before the show. Since I hadn't eaten yet, I took him up on the offer. After parking near the venue on a deserted industrial side street of Bushwick, I walked a few blocks over to meet him and his girlfriend, Alison, at a Roberta's Pizza. We were shocked to find out that the wait was two and a half hours to be seated. Really Roberta's, 2.5 hours for pizza?!? Other hipsters looked dismayed as they were turned away at the door by the ridiculous wait. Bushwick is rumored to be the next , but it has a long way to go. It does have its fair share of indie coffee shops, restaurants and bars, so it didn't take us long to find an alternative. We settled on a nearby Mexican restaurant, Taqueria El Fogon. This establishment was super authentic, from the food to the decor. My fish tacos paired nicely with a Negra Modelo, but I regret not having a chorizo taco. Williamsburg
After the fine fare, we made our way over to the venue. While walking through the streets, Alison noted that this area seems really gritty, in a quiet, cold and post-industrial kind of way. This is in line with my earlier assessment of Bushwick, or at least these couple of blocks. Dinner ran a little late, and we didn't make it to The Acheron until about 9 PM. After joking with the door guy about the authenticity of my $100 bill, I went in. Note to self: why am I always carrying large bills at shows? Maybe it's subconscious thoughts of hitting the merch table hard later in the night. Anyway, I heard a few chords from the opener, Don't Give a Fuck, and then made my way to the bathroom. Word on the street is that the Acheron is a DIY spot, and in true punk spirit the bathroom had no soap. Uncleansed, I headed back to the stage area only to find that DGaF finished there set.