I meant to post this a couple weeks ago, but on the heels of a New York Times write-up that explored places to go dance in NYC that didn't entail velvet ropes and which mentioned Babel as one of those alternatives, I went to Cy's weekly party there only to find cops inside doing a little check of Babel. I calmly and cooly enjoyed my longneck Cornona and stealing cherries to eat while a cop examined all the bottles of alcohol at the bar:
