Ordering the PBR and a shot special while it was still light outside somehow felt like I was the guy with the flask at the five-year-old's birthday party. I...
I'm not certain when in its lifecycle a bar officially becomes a dive. I mean built as new establishments none aspire to dive status do they? Don't they just st...
I somehow missed this joint all those years in my twenties trolling St. Marks Place with the rest of the youngins and other flotsam and jetsam. It was out o...
You never know in the West Village. I stood outside Johnny's in the sweltering pre-noon heat deciding what and where I was walking into. It had a man's name, bu...
I'm not really sure what to say about this place other than I think my fraternity basement might have actually been a little classier. Now this, my house's base...
Blah, blah it used to be good and now it sucks because people are actually coming to it and enjoying beer and pool... If I had a dime for every time I read a re...
It's kind of like going to drink in Harry Potter's storage closet under the stairs. Yeah, that's an accurate description. Now, never having read the books o...
Hahahahaha, I get it! It's a play on words! It's like that place that used to be on the UES many years ago, Mug Shots. They had booking photos of famous arres...
My visit here was a short one. It basically involved stumbling in drunk from a night out elsewhere, ordering a beer with a couple friends, getting half-way thro...
Cherry Tavern is so dark and integrated into the fabric of the surrounding buildings that it feels more like an annex of the huge complex of projects across the...
After I finished inking my tag,¡bobloblawlawblog!, on the subterranean door, I peaked my head inside the tiny, dark space and realized that I had come to th...
I swear this place was closed the first couple of times I thought about going in. The second time I actually went up and tried to pull on the door with no l...
Apparently this place used to be down in the subway station. Somehow they've managed to move it above ground and keep that same dump-ish, subterranean feel....
There's no sugarcoating it; this place is a dive. Granted, it's a dive on the UWS and is filled with oddly preppy locals. The dichotomy is hard to reconcile, bu...
What lurks in the dark, decaying recesses of Rudy's? Well, besides the creepy customers and discarded, free hot dogs, we may never know. I have on more than sev...
What assholes dreamt this place up? To call this place a library is an insult to books everywhere. One moldy, paperback copy of The Client doesn't turn a shitho...
Look ma, no pretension. Who said just because we live in Manhattan that we have to pay outrageous prices for drinks? We realize rents are higher and general ove...
You know that bizarre bike messenger? You know, the one who shows up in your office wearing Hefty bags when it's raining, a suit made of tin foil when it's sunn...
