Throughout the past four years in the Bronx, several bars have come and gone. Freshman year, Tinkers served its purpose as the first place Fordham students embarrassed themselves in college. Sophomore year, despite shady, neck-tattooed owners, Ziggy's provided a solid alternative and the nickname for the corners of 189th and Arthur (Tri-Bar) actually made sense. Junior year, The Blend quickly rose to prominence due to ample space, expired keg beer, and most importantly, glorious couches surrounding the dance floor. Unfortunately, these former hot spots are now either irrelevant to the average senior or closed for their seedy dealings.
Only two bars have withstood the test of time, Mugz's and Howl at the Moon. Besides hosting Drink Ups that aren't even good deals, the two bars could not be more different. Very few people spend an equal amount of time in both places. At this point of senior year, like it or not, you can probably be classified as either a Mugz's or Howl person. The men of 3 Floors 10 Doors© are no different. They have developed their own preferences while noticing very specific traits of those who frequent each watering hole. Let's take a look at what a Fordham student MIGHT assume if you claim to be a Mugz's or Howl enthusiast.
Howl
Guys:
Being a Howl man first and foremost means you are generally more wealthy than your Mugz's counterparts. You are willing to wait in line in the freezing cold to pay a ridiculous cover charge and consider the nightly shake downs from the
Razor's Quote: "I just go for the hot dogs."
Girls:
The ladies of Howl are a mix of classy husband hunters and girls showing off the twerking skills they've been practicing in the mirror all week. You are usually incredibly overdressed for a night out in the Bronx and flirt your way out of paying the cover. There's a good chance you've fallen in and out of love with several Fordham athletes from a distance without ever speaking to them. Your ideal night involves provocatively dancing with your friends and acting astonished and repulsed any time a brave guy attempts to butt in. One of your friends will inevitably start crying and force the entire group to leave.
Heisenberg's Quote: "The only girl I've ever spoken to at Howl is my girlfriend so yeah, I'm a fan."
Mugz's
Guys:
The men of Mugz's are low maintenance to a fault. You don't have time for covers and lines because you're a cheap bastard and Suits is too busy creeping girls out to check IDs. You have accepted that you will have no female interaction for the night. There's a very real possibility you've contracted West Nile virus after one trip to the bathroom. You didn't realize Fordham had a Rugby team and have no idea what they did to justify naming a 2 square foot corner after them. Your dream night involves no one spilling their entire pitcher of beer on your back and no girls paying ten dollars to play Justin Bieber on the jukebox for the next hour.
Ron's Quote- "Have I ever had fun at Mugz's? No. Will I be at Mugz's Friday? Yes."
Girls:
A Mugz's girl is a rare breed. Most of you are only there because you vomited all over the dance floor in Howl last weekend or your boyfriend is bartending. You appreciate the side door and lax re-entry policy because that pack of heaters tucked into your bra isn't going to smoke itself. You can't tell if the guy who just elbowed you in the face was trying to dance with you or desperately trying to escape this hole in the wall. You should be ashamed of yourself any time you hook up with a Mugz's guy. Your perfect night involves leaving as soon as possible and hoping to sneak into Howl.
Steve's Quote- "I'll never understand why more attractive girls don't come to Mugz's. Why be the 20th best looking girl at Howl when you can be the star of the show here? It's simple supply and demand."
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