Manhattan’s Debate Club Clashes in Midtown

Midtown argued last night with Manhattan’s Debate Club, sparring NYC’s spring at a 6th Avenue loft. Debater Jay Patel took pro as 100 clashed, a $10 ticket bout of words. It’s borough minds—pure Midtown vibe, points hot. A kid fumbled stats; a pro nailed a rebuttal. ‘Manhattan talks—this is it,’ Patel says, pacing floors. The room turned courtroom.

The club’s fresh—March 17’s start, it doubled since RSVPs, packing seats by 7 p.m. Patel’s a Harlem rhetor; last night’s crowd hit max—hands raised. A latecomer nabbed a spot; heat flared—NYC grit glowed. Topics hit climate—logic ruled. #NYCDebate trended; Brooklyn’s mute.

Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a shybie, dodging yells. Mic buzzed—fixed quick; clash held. A rival’s pitching a Chelsea bout, splitting mics. Still, 150 stayed—points reigned. Midtown’s never clashed so bold.

Patel’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a tourney if spring bites. ‘NYC’s voice—this sharpens it,’ he says, packing notes. The club’s a Manhattan win—grit meets wit. It’s a debate rush; join the next. Bring a stance—args call.