Parallel Universes: The Journey to Other-Brad’s

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The cooler cousin of Columbia’s Brad’s

NYULocal recently paid a visit to the hallowed halls of our very own Butler Library.  While the glass-planed Toni Stabile Student Center contains the grad student “social hub” Brad’s, NYU has its own Brad’s on the corner of Waverley and Mercer—a staple for Tisch students due to its proximity to their main academic building.  In the spirit of cultural exchange, Bwog descended on this campus corollary for a Friday night “on the town.”

Upon approaching NYU Brad’s, Bwog was immediately confronted by a group of smokers, reminiscent of an edgier Butler. Neon signs on the windows beckoned us in to the dimly lit interior of this campus haven. Unlike Mel’s, there is no Bigga carding at the door—after all, Brad’s is first and foremost a sandwich shop.

Much like Columbia Brad’s, seating is a free for all. Intimidated by the crowded scene, Bwog stood awkwardly in a corner waiting for people to leave; the more experienced NYU students actively reorganized the wooden tables and chairs to better fit their group sizes. Taking the lead from these veterans, Bwog eventually compiled a table. The space was bedecked with festive cobwebs and witches, while the atmosphere was set by a playlist of top 40 indie hits.

After taking the time to organize a home base in this foreign land, Bwog needed a drink. The room consisted of a central bar area surrounded by tables and chairs on two sides, with food counter and bathroom at the back. Struggling to the front, Bwog timidly placed an order with a flamboyant, well-mustachioed bartender. While Bwog’s female contingent was carded and rejected at the bar, our scruffed men had no trouble acquiring “victuals;” Bwog’s female contingent was chagrined. It was no Heights happy hour, but drink specials were enticing, with a shot of whiskey and a beer at $5.75.

So not jealous of Other-Brad’s

For point of comparison, Bwog ordered a sandwich at the forlorn food counter. The ordering experience was typical of Columbia Brad’s, but the taste and quality was clearly superior (though that may have been the whiskey). While waiting in line for the bathroom, Bwog befriended one of the institution’s regulars: a Tisch student. Bwog’s new BFF dragged her compadres to our table. A group of mostly girls amiably introduced themselves to the men and half-heartedly waved at Bwog’s female contingent; Bwog’s female contingent was, once again, chagrined. The NYUers pronounced the wonders of theater directing, to which Bwog responded by asking if they’d read the Oresteia. They vaguely nodded their heads and promptly shuffled away to drunker pastures.

The next day, Bwog returned to Columbia Brad’s, which closes at 9 pm on weekends, and longed for the sharply-dressed denizens, festive decor, and shady facilities of its sister shop down the island. The exuberant, throbbing mass of NYU undergrads is hardly matched by the distressed glass eyes of journalism grad students behind their MacBooks. But, we do have those cool green chairs…

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  1. In the italics  

    "NYU has it's own Brad's"


  2. Anon  

    spec did this like 5 weeks ago lame.

  3. cc 13  

    "reminiscent of an edgier Butler." ... Or any bar, ever.

  4. Anonymous  

    True story: One time after an all nighter I crawled out of Butler to go get a sausage, egg, and cheese bagel from Brads. I was feeling kind of homesick and since they don't make porkroll outside of New Jersey, I knew this was the best i was going to get. As i was waiting in line, tired as i've every been in my life, just trying to make it through class to hand in my paper, my eyes landed on the plaque behind the sandwich counter. I told a story, a story i don't even really remember, about the owner's dad who had to give up everything for some reason. And you know what I did? I wept. I burst into tears in the middle of Brads. It was just so touching and I was just so tired. And no one judged me. I managed to spit out my order and it was ready in no time at all. I paid and sat on the bench in front of Furnald and thought about Brads and Columbia and my porkroll-less sandwich. It was a major moment for me and seeing as it looks like i'm heading for that kind of morning tonight, i thought i'd share.

  5. more of this bwog!  

    nyu's brad's sounds way cooler. fuckers dun reed orestaia tho

  6. Anonymous

    Wait why isn't this as terrible as your usual late night posts? Please say you fired Connor! Would make the day of most Bwog readers

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