bro-tini

— The bar’s soundtrack is Death Cab for Cutie, TV On The Radio, Coldplay, Radiohead… you know, mostly chill alternative rock-type stuff. It was non-offensive, and I was actually just psyched not to hear techno blaring as some weird dude in a popped collar polo starts fist-pumping and sloshing his Natty Ice all over the place. “Do you want to get some bro-tini’s?” asked my date. I nodded effusively, and knew right then he was a keeper (plus he admitted to loving Hoboken).