December 18 2013  styledotcom You've never seen a tree like this
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Inn"  blasblog: an ode to the beatrice inn  A major pastime in
the rural parts of Missouri where I spent my childhood summers
was caving. Yes, wading though mud in the dark in underground
parts of the earth—woohoo. The first thing a caver learns is
that if a bat flies into your face, it’s not an attack—it’s
because bats memorize the layouts of their dark lairs and don’t
bother checking their routes when they move around. The reason I
relate this story is because I can say with some sense of
authority that the Beatrice Inn has become New York’s bat cave.
For some, perhaps including myself, it would be not entirely
impossible to walk into that place blindfolded yet still know
where the bar is, where the doorman sits, and depending on the
hour, where the bathroom line starts and ends. Sure, I might
still dabble in a Bungalow 8 here or a Socialista there, but
when it comes to the Spring