Therapy 24 April 07

SF had: Slivken, Freudian Sip.
TR had: Freudian Sip.
DT had: Slivkens

TR and DT were headed over to Studio 54 to see Audra "Sweaty" McDonald in 110 in the Shade. Beforehand, we decided to stop by Therapy for a few after work drinkies. In our social circle, Therapy has quickly become one of our favorite pre-theater drinking establishments. Not only are the drinks pretty good, and not only is it near Times Square, it's difficult for tourists to find, and the chicken nachos are really great.

There wasn't really a whole lot going on while we were there, unfortunately. Our friend Patrick showed up, and we chatted with him a while about his maybe looking for a new job but we're not really sure who knows thing. And there were some overly-muscled guys talking in French near us.

Our server was Fernando, which got SF signing "Fernando's Hideaway." He doesn't need to know the actual name of the song, mind you--he's a 'stylist.' Fernando was sweet, and so were the Freudian Sips.

Therapy has a number of specialty drinks, and one of them, a lemony sugary concoction known as the Freudian Sip, is really yummy for summer. Normally I don't go in for sweet drinks, but this one is awesome. Unfortunately, they weren't great this time. The lemon wedge had lots of seed schrapnel, which TR had to manually excise from his mouth. You should shudder to think about what people thought he was doing with his fingers in his mouth. And at one point, he even had to spit it out, which prompted SF to accuse him of imitating Alcoholic British Kevin from XES last week.

SF announced that he really liked the word "wedge."

DT was going to get a turkey burger and be healthy, but we convinced him to get the chicken nachos. Those chicken nachos are GOOD!

So, we tried to talk to a few people, but no one really seemed interested in stirring up shit, so as 8 p.m. approached, DT and TR prepared to go to see Sweaty McDonald. TR made a quick stop at the unisex restroom and--FINALLY--some unnecessary drama.

Several years ago TR undertook an effort to permanently and irrevocably cure himself of his pee-shyness. It was mostly successful. Until April 24, 2007, that is. The urinals at Therapy are around a little corner, and there are four of them. At the far urinal, a young homosexual was standing about a foot away from the pissoir with an erect chinkle-chankle. Ugh. Can't he check Manhunt on his mobile phone? Anyway, TR tried to pee at the farthest opposite opportunity, but the creepy guy with a hard-on kept staring over. By the way--thanks for those mirrors, Therapy.

After about two minutes, TR gave up any hope of making, and went to a stall.

Now, we're not prudes or anything, but we'd like to suggest that there is a time and a place for everything. Waving your chinkle chankle around might be perfectly acceptable at The Cock, but at Therapy when everyone is having after work drinks, it's just kind of unseemly. Please, Children. Let's try to respect social morays, okay?

Our review: Versatile.

Therapy
348 W. 52nd St.
between 8th and 9th Avenues
212.397.1700