Nary has there been a person who has lived in Spain and not participated in a tapas crawl. This time honored tradition has all the makings of a night of gluttony and debauchery if not attempted correctly; but, hey, who cares if you eat and drink too much and get a little crazy? You are in Spain! 
Having participated in a few tapas crawls in my day during my time in the Motherland I was craving the feeling that one gets when sharing a bar counter with friends and strangers alike. Incredible food and drink coupled with conversations as varied as the individuals sharing them. At times, the food almost seems secondary to the company, but all have their place in the crawl. It was during times like this that I donned an iron stomach and consumed gastronomic delights familiar only to the likes of the Spanish palate. It was the recollections of vacations past that gave me the notion to recreate the same here; but where? There are only but a few (or so it seems) cities in the U.S. where I could attempt such a daunting task of recreating the tapas crawl experience. A birthday trip to New York City seemed the perfect opportunity. So, I hit the computer and went to work.
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Awesome. As usual…