Anyway, we decided to take the weirdest, most disturbing, most macabre summer imaginable south to the charming village of Mannahatta, partly to celebrate the ninth birthday of one Louis Chiasson. First stop, the Evolution Store on Spring Street in SOHO. This store sells all manner of petrified dung, penis bones, coelocanth teeth, stuffed monkeys, mice, snakes and hamsters (110 dollars for a taxidermy hamster; 15 dollars for a real one at Petco). Please note that human skulls are for sale to the trade only: you must present a medical certificate of some kind.
Nicholas: "Oh, SNAP!"
Louis: "It's ALIVE!!"
Louis: "Intagram dat joint."
Nicholas: "To be or not to be."
The guys in front of a case full of bones, skulls, and stuffed predators. What to buy??
All those dead animals whetted our appetite for: SUSHI!!
(Blue Ribbon Sushi, Sullivan Street)
Nicholas: "Nobody calls Marty McFly chicken."
Louis: "To fight monsters, we created monsters."
Two of the scariest things about "The Jekyll and Hyde Club" on West 44th Street are the food (not shown) and the people eating the food (also not shown): we took a pass on eating there and explored the hidden door to the mens' room.
Nicholas: "Play it again, Sam."
Louis: "Heeeere's Johnnny!!"
Then it was on to the Strand, Third Floor, Rare Books Room, home to some excellent air conditioning, several intriguing volumes, and these cozy library chairs.
Then it was onto our favorite haunt, Cafe Loup, for some cool jazz and bivalves!
Nicholas: "Redrum."
Louis: "My brother is CRAZY!!"
Speaks for itself: Happy Birthday, Louis.
Louis: "I did not draw that."
Nicholas: "He did not draw that."
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