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A neighborhood bar in Windsor Terrace closes. For a few days. To replace its floor. And somehow Metro metrosexual Nick Confessore spins that general-contracting squib into an elegaic 750-word narrative with a huge B1 teaser.

No wonder the kid's going places.

At Famous Brooklyn Oasis, Parched Throats Find a Dry Spell [NYT]