
Just days before leaving New York in November of 2004, my roommate told me of a bar that had just opened just a few blocks south of our apartment.
He described it as accurately as he could: “it’s a huge space with an amazing beer list, a pool table, and - oh, get this - a ton of video games from the 80s that you can play for a quarter a piece. You have to check it out!”
I flat-out didn’t believe him. No bar could have all that! But on my very last weekend in New York City before what would be a brief move to the craft beer mecca of Vermont, I saw for myself that he wasn’t kidding. It was real. It was amazing. And its name was Barcade.
