Drinking can impair your ability to spell your own name, not to mention the Hawaiian state bird's. But Sarah Maslin Nir's Times profile of a biweekly spelling bee at Pete's Candy Store shows that kids who used to get their lunch money stolen now have beer money for geeky nightlife pursuits.-
Reformed nerds have plenty of places where they can rediscover their pimply, Magic: The Gathering-loving selves while drinking away the memory of that atomic wedgie in the junior high bathroom stall:
puberty. Give it a try anyway at 675 Bar. Just make sure you leave the heavy drinkers at home--the shakes will ruin any chances of victory.
It's a good thing that the prime bully targets who carried Star Trek lunchboxes had no lunch money to be stolen. Ace Bar's got a whole collection of vintage lunchboxes lining a wall that undercuts any feelings of coolness gained by winning a game at the arcade-themed spot's pool table or Skee-Ball alleys.
Finally, if you ever start feeling a bit too big for your pocket protector, make sure to take a trip to pugilist haven Jimmy's Corner in Times Square.
[Photo 1 via DeadEndKids, 3 via Youngna Park/NYM]