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WORST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO THE STAFF OF THE L MAGAZINE: 120 Days of Nothing
For a thousand years, some beautiful if somewhat rundown sidewalk seating made the people of DUMBO as happy as any other group on Earth. For there, at the place called Pedro’s (73 Jay St), they would drink margaritas from plastic glasses and peel the Presidente labels from their sweating bottles, and yea it was good. And then a darkness swept over the land, and the city forbade this patio for 120 days (oh terrible number of Sodom), and it was as if the city had struck down the very essence of Summer in one cruel sword blow. And yea, it still blows.