75 St. Marks Pl., New York, NY, 10003
nr. First Ave.
By savannah89 on 4/14/2003
What can I say? This bar has remained the same after every other bar in the neighborhood has died and gone to yuppie hell. Yes it's dirty. The beauty of it is that you won't be forced to endure a bunch of Wall Street kids singing "Hang on Snoopy" or whatever the hell that song is called... The drinks are TRUELY cheap as shit and the music ain't half bad. Atmospherically, I'd give this a 10,10,10!!! God Bless America and bars like this one. You gotta love em'.
By LisaGrrl on 3/3/2003
It's dark, it's dingy, it's upholstered in duct tape. The bartender is more loaded than the patrons, so forget cosmos or margaritas -- you'll be luck to get a good vodka tonic. This is a beer and shooters place. The crowd is always interesting and the jukebox is country rockin'. It's a great place for celebs like me to hide out.
By hey_hon on 2/3/2003
I love a good dive bar BUT... One Saturday late afternoon after hearing about how "bizarre" this bar is and how even more "bizarre" the owner/bartender is, my friend (who had braved this place before) and I ventured in. Taking a seat at the bar after sizing up the joint with the others who were there to watch the show, I broke one of my cardinal bar rules: at a place like this, only order things in sealed bottles. Finally getting the owners attention after watching him stagger around the bar muttering things in what sounded like German and English - WASTED. I asked for a Jack and Ginger. EEK! He thrust his hand in a dirty bucket, pulled out a handful of ice, got approximately half of it in the glass and proceeded to make the cocktail. I picked it up and took a sip, "bleahk", it was "not right" and then I held it up the light...I cannot even tell you what was floating in it. My friend and I ran, we ran straight for the door...
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.