Ghosts of Springtimes Past

Back in the late 90s, Sparks and I lived on the Upper East side and used to frequent a bar called Mustangs. The place was completely misguided on so many levels. It was a cigar bar, it had a southwest theme, it was on the Upper East side. It was the most poorly thought through place ever. The best example was the "all you can drink" Sunday brunch, an event that Sparks and I took advantage of for what felt like a month straight - walking in around noon and leaving around 9pm when they finally cut us off. It was definitely home base. I even remember a Catjjy birthday brunch taking place there.

The weirdest night there was one spring when a young Jeter and (a possibly married) Tino walked in and were surrounded by every 22 year old, leggy blonde Tufts grad in what looked like a quarter mile radius. We later learned that Jeter lived around the corner, and by virtue of it not being Life or Moomba, it was a good place to get Tino some play without it showing up in Page 6. Well apparently that game is long over.

A-Douche is apparently hooking up with Kate Hudson (another walking symbol of the late 90s)...and doing it at MUSTANGS! Is no place safe? Where is Jeter picking up his side dishes? The Bronx?