Last weekend, I went out for dinner and decided to have a pre-dinner cocktail beforehand. I was born to be an extra in Mad Men. And:
I went to a bar housed in an old bank vault.
The Bedford was dimly lit, mysterious and fun, but a little disappointing. As Brad accurately surmised, I always imagined bank vaults to be more like the Ducktails version, with Scrooge McDuck diving around in piles of gold coins and paper money while wearing a striped singlet. Instead, it’s a bunch of boring safe deposit boxes lining a square room.
Fun factor: 7
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The idea of a vault conjures up, in my mind, a picture of Pork Pig lathering up in a muddy sty just before his first date with Petunia, making sure his coins and bills are mudfree. It’s all in the eyes of the beholder!