A couple of weeks ago I was walking through the East Village and I passed a hookah bar. Inside that hookah bar were three middle-aged men (they looked like Dutch accountants) sharing a puff, bathed in the sickly green glow of their three laptops, upon which they tapped. It was a sad, absurd scene, one that merely corroborated my ongoing enmity towards all things hookah (but you already know I hate hookah bars).
So mad propz to Brooklyn City Councilman Vincent Gentile for getting tough on the sickly smelling establishments by proposing a moratorium on the opening of new ones. The crux of Gentile’s proposed ban is that hookah smoke also contains tar and carbon monoxide and can be just as dangerous as cigarette smoke; he also contends that it’s very difficult for city officials to differentiate between traditional shisha (which contains tobacco) and the legal herbal equivalent. Said Gentile, to the Daily News:
There are some people going there thinking that as long as it’s not tobacco, that it’s not harmful. It’s been established that it is harmful.
You go, Vinny.