I hate Hoboken Hoboken is absolutely awful Last night I journeyed to the depths of hell
Last night I made my way out to Hoboken to see my friend Karen. To say that Hoboken is not my scene would be putting it mildly. The only thing that could possibly get me there is Karen, who, for those of you who know Hoboken, sticks out like a sore thumb there as she does not work in Finance and has interests other than making as much money as possible during the week while still acting as crude and immature as a college kid on the weekends by getting as drunk as humanely possible, throwing up, hooking up and then not remembering any of it the next day. Karen is actually the polar opposite of that which is why she’s the one and only thing I actually like about Hoboken.
Karen took me to the new(ish) Hoboken Pilsener Haus & Biergarten, which was really nice. (Hoboken actually has really great restaurants, it’s just the patrons that kill it.)
We split the pretzel to start.
For the main course Karen had the Chicken Paprikash
And I had the Beef Goulash.
So much like a flower can grow through trash, even in a place like Hoboken if you have great friends, good food and beer; a great night is assured.