Here you go, Kids. Forget the cupcakes.  This was REAL New York; bikers; west side; thongs, cheap beer, pool tables and Jimbos.  Now it’s your family pizza joint after you jump off the high line.  This young children is the gritty New York you will NEVER see again unless you are a few blocks south at Ollie’s party; he can teach you about kinky bikers, to be sure.