two-twenty

four thousand one hundred and twenty words

As promised, pictures of two-twenty's near-death experience at Welcome to the Johnsons. Here a firefighter descends into the bar's basement, begging the question, what does the basement of a bar modeled on a late-seventies-era basement look like?

And here our intrepid photographer catches a surprisingly artsy image of firemen standing on Essex Street:

The fire gave us an idea: flaming scorpion bowls at Waikiki Wally's.

Which inevitably led to karaoke in the back room (technically the downstairs of Lucky Cheng's). Here a lovely "lady" who ought to be on Vice's "Do" list offers a leather-clad friend of two-twenty some heartfelt encouragement.

Special thank you to Kathryn for remembering her digital camera and playing well with others.