Second Long Island

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WANDA'S DUNGEON

Underneath the strip club where dreams go to die and dignity is a mere suggestion, we offer accommodations for those who aren’t faint of heart—or blessed with better options. Here, you can sip on our wildly overpriced, alcohol-free beer while reflecting on every life choice that led you to this exact moment. And don’t worry, the shame is complimentary—just like the view of the alley out back where someone is definitely losing a fight with a trash can. You didn’t come here for luxury; you came here because you were curious. Shame on you.

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SEJDELN'S IMPORIUM

Don’t let the atmosphere fool you—this is a haven where hardened criminals perfect their cloak-and-dagger routine and degenerate gamblers double down on their kid’s college fund for one more shot at Grodjakten glory. The clientele is a rogues’ gallery of questionable morals and worse judgment, but hey, that’s part of the charm. But for those brave (or reckless) enough to stay a night or two, the rewards are undeniable: unforgettable memories, dubious camaraderies, and stories you’ll never be able to tell in polite company. Thrilling, isn’t it?

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FIT FOR A KING'S HEAD

So, you want the fancy stuff? Sure, we’ve got the fancy stuff. Order a beer, and we’ll even throw in a buffet—just don’t ask too many questions about the corn. Word is, something happened to the corn. This fine establishment attracts a delightful mix of students too broke to care, vagrants riding out the storm, and folks whose luck ran out somewhere after the poliskravallerna of 2001. You’ll fit right in, whether you’re here for the questionable cuisine, the ambiance that smells faintly of regret, or just to remind yourself that rock bottom can still have a happy hour. Cheers to that!

WELCOME TO SECOND LONG ISLAND

FOR DEGENERATES, VAGRANTS, AND YOU

DEBAUCHERY FOR YOU AND THE ONES YOU LOVE

WANDA'S DUNGEON

SEJDELN'S IMPORIUM

FIT FOR A KING'S HEAD