Cold, brisk, packed... Yup, that's pretty much the way I recall most every outing on New York's Lower East Side. Saturday night, visiting pal-wows Alex & Caroline and I pushed through a five-pub Bar Crawl, amid hundreds of scattered drunken Santa Clauses following the day's Santacon festival. Bar One!Bar Three!
Bar Five!Home for more frivolity... Seriously, what's a bar crawl without wigs?