West 3rd McDonald's
Rest In Peace
While I'll shed no tears over the closure of a McDonald's, I have a lot of memories tied to this particular shit-hole, including trying to help a now deceased friend when he got vicked for his umbrella there in like '87 (and it wasn't even raining outside). He also got a soda poured over his head as an extra dose of humiliation. It was an oasis of filth on many city adventures, the perfect spot to kill time, or use the bathroom, before hopping the subway at West 4th back to Brooklyn after a night out on the town. This quote from TimeOut sums the spot up well: "NYC loses one of its greatest 3am fight venues."
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