B-Side
204 Avenue B (12th St.), Manhattan
"You know it's AI when you smell cloves," said Karina as we sniffed B-Side from a block away. That was before the fitted-black-t-shirt-dirty-hair situation came into sight. And we thought uniforms were limited to half a million NYC elementary schoolers. Ha ha. We're funny when we compare B-Side's patrons to third graders.

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