An appropriate nickname for Trinity would be "The Dugout," not only because of its tiny quarters but because it's where everyone goes after they strike out, usually after 3 a.m., when the bar actually gets more crowded. And the male-female ratio at that time is better than any bar in the neighborhood made famous for preppies who can't hold their liquor.

Now, before you go thinking that you're gonna meet one of the Hilton sisters here, there's a good reason why it's as dimly lit as a coffin. A friend and I had to leave Trinity early around Christmas, when the decorative lights overly illuminated the overly liquored patrons, who make the place look like a casting call for the next Star Wars cantina.

I wouldn't classify Trinity as wild, but generally interesting. Most people are there to meet and greet, and you can always count on at least five patrons looking like they could win a Drunkest Person in New York contest. Their mere existences do wonders for one's ego when he's trolling for desperate women and bemoaning that a 4 a.m. last call comes too early.

Hard to decide on my favorite Trinity story. One is about a guy who saw a women there with whom he'd spent a night with a year and a half earlier. She was flirtatious but clearly didn't recall the previous encounter. So he didn't mention it and went home with her again.

Another is about a friend who went home with a girl who previously had been sucking face with another dude for 30 minutes and whose New Year's resolution it was to not be in Trinity when the lights come on at 4 a.m. That means she does this a lot. After breaking her resolution, she took my friend back to her place, where he recognized her roommate as being a previous regular Trinity hookup of a mutual friend. My guess is that apartment has had more people come through it than Grand Central Station.

And a recent entry (from last night) is of a guy who got a beer poured on his head by a woman he not only accused of being a man, but demanded that she "show him her pussy" to prove she wasn't. Dripping in beer, he lobbied the bartender for a replacement drink and proceeded to try his luck with two chicks who both looked like cousins of Miss Piggy.

Anyway, Trinity is fun, the staff is friendly, the jukebox is very good, the beer is cold and the night doesn't end till that place closes shop. And even if you don't got game, tripping someone on the way to the bathroom is an acceptable introduction.

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