That was what went through my mind as I walked over to Studio B, a former Polish disco on the desolate corner of Meserole and Banker, that’s been turned into a hipster disco - though the only change I’m guessing is the music played and the talent booked. "Listen to the song!" yelled one of the many solo drinkers in the place as we skulked out. We ended up at some other bar where, it turned out, we also weren’t welcome and all the patrons chanted "get out!" while "Hit the Road Jack" just happened to be playing on the jukebox. The last time I tried to go to a Polish club in Greenpoint was the summer of 1998 and the bouncers at Club Europa wouldn’t let my friend Andy in because he was wearing shorts. Show of the Year So Far… but before I get to that, as usual, a digression.
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