It’s bad enough when “men” want to hang out in the hotel lobby of The Wythe or whatever the hell that hotel is with the water tower bar, but now, to make things even more pretentious, certain business owners have cut out the middleman (a.k.a. a hotel) by creating an establishment that bills itself solely as a lobby.
That’s right, Freehold is just a lobby. A lobby where the “men” of Williamsburg can sit on their laptops and make eyes at their next potential butt buddy. The lobby atmosphere expands to the outside where games of corn hole (appropriate) and ping pong (there’s a reason Jenny wasn’t that into Forrest Gump). The entire concept smacks of that very distinct brand of Williamsburg dicklessness. And, of course, you’re probably liable to find James Murphy there.
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