"Y" could also stand for "Y didn't we write this 3 months ago when we went and could remember what everyone got." But we didn't. So we don't. But we do remember the place was good. And lively. And unpretentious. And the right price. And, truthfully, a whole lot better than expected. Which is why this little A to Zupper Club has been a stroke of genius for these past 25 months. Not only does it give us a chance to make up stupid names for the friends who get together every month (and for the ones who never show, like, say, Matt "Hells, no! I can't go!" Vescovo!) but it gives us a reason to check out places we might never have ventured into. Like the Yuca Bar. So if you find yourself in the East Village and are in some dining club with friends where every month you have to eat in a restaurant that begins with a different letter of the alphabet, check out the Yuca Bar. Just remember to write about it before the club gets to Zuca.
