Me and some friends used to meet every tuesday night at the PS to discuss the state of the world. We took to calling this meeting “Tough-Love Tuesday” because we could tell the staff at the PS loved us, but they were also killing us with gallons of booze. Pete, the owner, has a talent for spotting a drunk customer who is just about to leave, and then buying him a round. Whew. I can remember going to the PS many times, I can hardly ever remember leaving there.