It’s a common phrase of Williamsburg: “Oh when this place closes, then you know this neighborhood is really over.” And so it’s been stated with each new Williamsburg staple that has been closing in recent months. But the one place no one should be sad about is Spike Hill. Any “man” who went to see shows and/or played music at this venue is, let’s face it, a dickless d-bag.

Sheer up, ducky, surely there are other places to get drunk and see marginal music

Did anyone really enjoy the music that was played there? No. It was a lovely hangout for hipster bros who were on the fence about committing to full-fledged hipsterdom. Now it’s gone. Big fucking deal. When Rosemary’s closes, then you know the neighborhood is really over. #temptingfate.