Last week's convergence of beer, hipsters and destructive tendencies at 196 Grand left porcelain toilets shattered, windows broken and four men in jail. Its legacy has not only been marked in dented drywall, videos and an unreasonable amount of Gawker posts but also in mysterious phone calls. Apparently some dude who goes by the name Tony Robots has been receiving phone calls from the NYPD about the property; they seem to think he's the owner. Soon Mr. Robots was fielding calls from real estate agents who also think Domo Arigato Mr. Robots is the owner. Trouble is Mr. Robots isn't. And so he did what any man with the last name Robots would do in that situation: he Asked Metafilter.

Despite the shattered toilet, the holes in the dry wall and the culino-urinary display, it seems our coverage of the Chinatown Hipster Riot Party missed at least one salient fact. That salient fact was pointed out to us by none other than the man behind the CHRP, "The Tux," who writes:

This Saturday as a Nor'easter loosed its silken lashes onto the window panes of sodden New Yorkers, a rowdy crowd of hipsters gathered in a vacant building in Chinatown to relive the heady frisson of the early aughts. Apparently, the building—196 Grand St.—is slated for demolition and condofication. A text message shot through the night saying, "carnage party at midnight." By the appointed hour, destruction and irony commingled in the air around the three-story walkup on Grand between Mott and Mulberry. According to an attendee, "An endless stream of hipsters with forty ounces of St. Ives St. Ides" began to filter in. Soon the place was packed. Lampshades were worn on heads (see photographic evidence). Neckface was there. And then, chaos.