Huh, I wasn’t aware that the real reason there was no Alamo Drafthouse-like clone in NYC was the state law on the books since Prohibition that banned the sale of alcohol inside movie theaters. (I always thought it was that New Yorkers would never be able to handle the etiquette needs of a theater that served actual meals and actual alcohol during the film. No, really.)

So now that law’s been repealed, it certainly makes me wish I had access to some capital to get in league with the Leagues and convince them to let me run a Drafthouse franchise in Brooklyn so that I can become Queen of Loathsome Hipsterville.