As you can guess, after a long hard day of tearing holes in my jeans and rubbing my Springsteenian scruff, the B.S.O.Q. needs an ice-cold beer. And not just any trendy lounge with the latest appletini or imitation trailer trash boutique will do the trick. I need a place that has 3 things:

1. Beer
2. Booze
3. No Bull*%#

Here are my favorite Sunnyside, Queens, neighborhood cantinas, in no particular order:

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There’s diamonds in the sidewalks, there’s gutters lined in song
Dear I hear that beer flows through the faucets all night long
There’s treasure for the taking, for any hard working man
Who will make his home in the American land

From the amazing story of the American Immigrant, American Land …

This week, The Boss comes at you with the best farmer’s market on this side of the Mississippi.

Whether you’re looking for fresh, organic produce, the best grass-fed beef in town or even live seafood (yeah, I said it, LIVE CRAB!), come to the corner of Skillman Avenue and 43rd Street, where goodwill oozes through the streets like butter (and I know how you like your butter . . . oozing through the streets!)

Here in the heart of Sunnyside, Queens is a celebration of great grub, wonderful people, and you might even here someone singing a little Springsteen to himself. (I know I do.)

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Long sideburns. A rustic-sounding harmonica. Cut-off T-shirts. Torn jeans. Ballads of blue collar America. The River, Born to Run, Atlantic City.

Does anyone say it better than The Boss?

I don’t think so. And so, in the spirit of The Boss, I dedicate this blog. I will put every ounce of my own blood, sweat and tears into making this the best food / drink / dance / entertainment / social gathering / art Queens showcase you’ve ever seen.

I’ve seen the good and the bad sides of, as we like to call it, Q-Town, for going on four years. I live in the trenches of Sunnyside Gardens (where the beat hits the street), and I’ll tell you this: there are no handouts and no meal tickets. But there is a place for men like me and Bruce — men of honor, strength and integrity.

You’re probably wondering at this point, Who the %&* is this guy?

Let me tell you. I am the Bruce Springsteen of Queens.

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