"osprey, the" n. where you go Friday and Saturday night, memorial
day through labor
day, unless you are bottomfeeding at Leggett's
Appropriately named after a native predatory bird, the Osprey is home to "the band room", where an at-capacity nerds night feels
like the first time you discovered your own genitals and the "boom boom room", a place where the beats are hard enough and the dancefloor is dark enough to.... make you feel
like the first time you discovered your genitals. Either way, you're leaving this meatmarket covered in genitals. A 10 dollar cover charge goes towards maintaing the bizarre murals and mirrors of the BBR as well as a navy
seal trainer to keep tommyshortshorts's quads in perfect bronzed shape. If he's not the man you prefer to wet your whistle, then surely euromullet can supply you with the red bull and vodka you need to hump a panama canal sized tunnel through brielle rd
beach. The owner's hair looks
like she found it in the delorean that's always parked on 1st and she's taking us back in time with her hitleresque
ban on flip flops. We thank her, however, for the corpse she hired summer 2009 to
mop the floors. But get there at just the right time or you'll be waiting on line til they play "runaround sue".We can only collectively
hope that it may last another
63 years... so that our children's children may also open their bud light scented mouths and
belt "take me home tonight" into the sea
air.
