“I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps And find I’m king of the hill Top of the heap” John Kander, Fred Ebb, 1977 Being broke in New York means being rough, tough, and knowing how to pull the meanest train face, the most confident, “let me

So if you’re like me, you’re always looking for great happy hours in the city. This past Friday, I went ahead and tried a bar close to SF State. Normally, this means that I either end up in a pub with a bunch of bros or an old tiny hole in the