The Last PIcture Show (for realsy)

Because the fathers of our community have chosen to return the cracked, atmospherically decrepit McCarren Pool from a town hall for residents into a functioning swimming hole for the negligible amount of children in the neighborhood, tonight was the final screening of a film at the Pool. Wisely they sent us out with the anti-establishment (and pro-smoking) flick Rushmore - a landmark celluloid keystone for the majority of Billyburg/Greenie-point denizens - and Cafe Drake was joined by die hard "Burgers" J-la and David Sellers for the sad swan song.

In typical fashion we said goodbye to a 3-year tradition of al freso cinema and general drunkenness in style - fried chicken baguettes adorned with roasted yellow peppers, red onions, sun-dried tomato tapenade and garlic mayo, blue corn chips and organic Trader Joe's salsa, and courtesy of Dave and Jennifer, two crisp bottles of blanco vino. Jen supplied a decadent dessert sampling while Cafe D poured out a thermos of ur-espresso. Adios to the tiny remaining slice of true 'hood credibility.