THE HUDSON

It’s no secret that I frequent my local watering hole quite often. I would say on average you can find me sitting on a padded oak barstool two to three times a week. With a Gin and Tonic in hand and an observant ear to the crowd, something enticing happens at The Hudson. You hear random stories, you experience people on their first Tinder dates and you start to acknowledge what other attendees such as yourself live in a one block radius. Strangers become familiar faces, bartenders become friends and suddenly you realize you have most of the staffs contact in your phone. You go from “may I get a drink” to your spirit of choice getting slid across the varnished oak and directly into your hand as you sit down. I was never too into bar’s and I definitely was never the type that could go into one alone. But I see now how when there’s a staple location in the neighborhood that treats you like family it turns into something so much more. It’s a social club where you can talk about everything from work to relationships to business collaborations. A place where you can get shitfaced and there’s no judgement. But most importantly, what happens within the dim lit walls stays there. As long as you walk in with a good heart and leave your ego at the door, you will soon feel a warm embrace that can only be compared to that of a second home.

- Danny Steezy