Saturday night. Didn’t feel like going into the city, didn’t want to do much of anything, so I wandered over to Nitehawk Prospect Park to catch the new Bruce Springsteen movie “Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere“. It’s about a 30–40 minute walk from my place — perfect distance to clear your head and earn a drink.
And yes, Nitehawk went full Jersey with it.
They had The Stone Pony, a cocktail pairing of Wild Turkey whiskey and PBR, and an “All Night Long” sandwich — turkey, bacon, and hash browns instead of bread, held together with “diner sauce.” I don’t care what anyone says, movies and liquor work.
The Film Itself
If you’re expecting another Bohemian Rhapsody feel-good ride, this ain’t it. This movie goes dark.
Like, the Jersey boardwalk at 2 AM is dark.
It’s about pain, pressure, and the weight that turns ordinary people into legends — and sometimes breaks them in the process. Everyone’s got demons; this film doesn’t try to hide them behind catchy music or Hollywood gloss. It leans into them.
It’s a story about how hurt becomes art, how perfection is a lie, and how no matter how much you try to fix what’s broken, some of it won’t line up.
I loved it. But it hit harder than I expected.
If you grew up in the Northeast, especially in a house where “discipline” sometimes meant shouting matches or worse, you’ll get it. That quiet storm that turns into who you are. It’s heavy, but real.
And the biggest takeaway? If you need help, reach out.
Springsteen had someone — John — who helped save him from himself. Not everyone gets that chance. You can’t always break the self-destructive cycle alone. Find your person, find your outlet.
The Pairing
Now back to that sandwich — turkey, bacon, hash browns, and “diner sauce.” It’s either Big Mac sauce’s cousin or something Nighthawk bottled from pure nostalgia. Either way, it works. The Wild Turkey pairing killed my taste buds just enough to balance it out.
So yeah, if you go, get the pairing. It’s half the experience.
Verdict
A heavy but brilliant film that dives into the darker corners of fame, family, and self-destruction — not a glamorized rock biopic, but a raw story about survival. Nighthawk’s setup, drinks, and that insane sandwich only add to the atmosphere.
If you’re in the mood for something real, skip the city and catch it here.
9/10, hits deep, burns smooth, and stays with you long after the credits roll.. It’s about a 30–40 minute walk from my place, perfect distance to clear your head and earn a drink.
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