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Bar d'O
Bedford @ Downing
Greenwich
Manhattan
Bar d'O is justly, I think, celebrated for its weekly drag and related events. The drinks are in the middle-of-the-hip and up, which is a pain, true, kittling. However, crowd watching is facilitated by a sort of round-the-room, squishy bench. The interior, padded telephone booth is the best part, so pack a little mischief money, in quarters.

Cornelia St. Lounge
Cornelia [duh]
Greenwich
Manhattan
{ PK1 2/20/01: I was invited to experience a solo sax performance titled "the meditative saxifone." I had no idea this tiny space existed down below. The place felt like it should be in another city, or maybe just in a different neighborhood. If you have the chance to see a performance here, I would suggest doing so. The cover charge covered the first drink...not bad in my book. As I was leaving I discovered a napkin correspondence that appears to have taken place between P.k-7 and Cassandra. I'm beginning to catch up with P.k-7 again, but he remains elusive since his disappearance. I can't be sure if the correspondence was in fact between them b/c the napkins were severely blotted from spilled drinks and they, of course, never sign what they leave behind in the arena of 'materialistality,' but the following is what remains, and it really does read like them: research_22001}

101
Grove @ 7 Ave
Greenwich
Manhattan
A rhythm and blues kind-of club with no cover but a one drink minimum, and that one drink is gonna break the proverbial bank. Bobby Bell's band, in particular their Prince covers medley ain't bad; you'll simply have to do your drinking elsewhere.

Maries Crisis
7 Ave @ Christopher???
Greenwich
Manhattan
{ BrooklynBelle 5/23/01: Stumbling in here with RESPECT at 3:10 am. This is a house of music. This is a Piano Bar for showtune experts and delicate men. This is absolutely fabulous and exactly what I needed after the hurly burly Village Idiot. Get some visual context in an evening already, will ya? It is important and commendable to be able to seat yourself around the piano bar with open ears and hushed voices. Quite an undertaking when filled with God's own good grapes and grains. But I assure you, you will be bowled over by the sheer landscape and personality of the place and focus your attention to the revolving singers who stand in the middle of the room sans microphone and supply you with an endless parade of heartache and show stoppers and questions??? When I felt ready enough for my own moment of glory...I extracted the largest and most talented woman in the crowd to hold my hand and feed me the words I was to sing. I have to say...It went over quite well!! (Oh, you're just a friend...that's all you've ever been...but you don't knoooow meeeee) Then another in our group was courageous enough to do a little of the Surrey with the fringe on top. Wild applause. Acceptance from the delicates and fag hags! We were kicked out at 4 with invitations to return.}

Flannery
14, 7/8 Ave
Greenwich
Manhattan
Loud and smelly.

McKenna's Pub
14, 7/8 Ave
Greenwich
Manhattan
{ Hogo de Bergerac 11/8/00: Arrival to screeching and squalling of whores in preparation for work. Opening tableau of woman on pool table, legs spread to the plate glass window. Service brusque, yet friendly. Prices above dive bar range, typical of NY Irish pub. The box plays host to most of the hackneyed hits of the past 30 years, some of the 'so bad they're good' class, others in the Kitsch Farm Leagues. Interesting regulars abound, sporting qualities such as 'interesting dances' and 'knows all the words to Rocket Man and is singing them to you.' The latter patron was seen to be holding the box in his arms and swaying back and forth, his cheek pressed tenderly to the glass. R.U.D.E. are designated 'Guys' and 'Gals' in monstrous letters, which left doubts regarding which, if either, Hogo was intended to use. 'Guys' turned out to be less septic than anticipated and surprisingly free of felt tip wisdom. A hasty retreat was beat at 02:00 following the influx of members of the IT caste, plus entourage, who brought the beleagured box to its knees with a barrage of nonstop K-Rock vomit.}

Johnny's Bar
Greenwich
Greenwich
Manhattan
[Utopian barspace on Greenwich Ave.—at least by way of contrast with Day Zero across the street. "Don't mess with Texas" vies with "No Farms / No Food" & "Jamaica" & "Wings of Steel: American Cycles" behind the bar—tended by brutally efficient long hair, curly, hidden beneath baseball cap in denim coveralls, Dispensing free beer samples, asking customers "So how long ago was this break-up thing" Stones, yeah, on the box. I would feel comfortable here with a beer gut. $8 for a bud/maker's—that ain't half bad.]

Art Bar
8 Ave, S of Greenwich
Greenwich
Manhattan
Yawn. If you're going to put up with a crowd, you would do better among the markedly less hip throng down the street at the Corner Bistro. { Eclipse the Gum 1/11/01: A few corollaries: 1) Everyone with the least bit urban lore knows this place is a wash. That makes it ideal for where you go to hook up with a friend's girlfriend. 2) It's the "Can I make it to the Tiger? Oh God! Can I make to the Corner Bistro" pit stop. 3) Go to the back room on a frigid day...Close your eyes...There...That's as close as you'll get to the University Club. 4) Anyone who goes there in the summertime is a loser.} { Cassandra 4/10/01: YAAAAAAAAAWN. It was my best friend's birthday, I was dying to get drunk, some guy blew sunshine up my ass about how great I was and I still couldn't make myself stay there.}

Corner Bistro
4 @ 8 Ave
Greenwich
Manhattan
There is something really cool about this bar, something, I mean, that exceeds the reasonable prices, eccentric bartender ("Two whales, please." "Two porpoises!"), and rockin' burgers. Perhaps it's a certain neighborhood feel. Perhaps it's simply that the bar lies between The Cooler and #***. [And most would agree: something in the nature of first love obtains here.]

Tavern on Jane
Jane @ 8, kitty-corner from Corner Bistro
Greenwich
Manhattan
Not that one should or should want to pollute a bar listing with restaurants... Tavern On Jane, which, yes, has a bar in front, is worth considering on the basis of its ample portions, as a place to begin drinking, all the while providing oneself with a bedrock of grease and calories to facilitate further consumption. More than this, however, Tavern On Jane provides diners with crayons for coloring their butcher paper table "cloths," and the fun you will have with this might keep you in the Tavern all night. [Cf. Ear Inn Bar.]

Cubbyhole
4 St @ 12 St
Greenwich
Manhattan
They advertise marvelous, marvelous, drink specials for Sunday through Thursday, and the densely festive ceiling seems to be a promise of good faith. Fridays and Saturdays may be just this side of hostility, however, if you're given to paranoia, which is to say, if you're not a lesbian, and if you're thin-skinned, then, so I've been told, it can be a dicey spot. I have never experienced this alleged cold shoulder, perhaps because too drunk to notice or care.

Papillion
Hudson, 11/Bank
Greenwich
Manhattan
{ joshua 5/11/01: Papillion Personified... •Host: Georgeous [sic] = V***** •Bartender: I love the buyback / Thank you! •Famous for: French Martini (at least they were good for something) / pineapple + vodka + ??? = yummy •Did I mention how  cute V***** is... •Outdoors •Indoors by open windows / Overall = A-} { Jakeed 5/18/01: did  I mention how insipid "Papillion Personified" is hey yo SYborg is this what your site's become huh a grading system? once I went to Papillion for one drink and it took only that one drink before my skinny ass hurt so bad from the "outdoors" picnic benches that I had to split as EtG would say}


smoking, PK1 & Eclipse the Gum

WXOU Radio
Hudson, Perry/11
Greenwich
Manhattan
[A Room On Hudson Street By Teddy Nusyg. People go into it. What are they doing? Inside it has a bar down the right side. Behind that there is a big mirror, a white small Elvis head, and a very friendly bartender. Television set's up above. Also, there are many bottles of liquor and beer. The door is not even with the building. So on the sides of it there is a table with chairs for people to sit in. Some other tables and chairs go down the wall on the left side. After them a jukebox that plays music like Steve Miller's Band. I don't like his songs. At the end of the room after the jukebox there is a sign. It says WXOU Radio. Underneath that there is another door. It's for the bathroom. The whole floor is black and white tiles you can see because of the lights in the room. You can see other people too. My favorite thing about the room is when you sit on one of the stools by the bar. The bartender pours liquor out of one of the bottles into a glass for you. And then you get to drink it! The bartender makes you pay for only half of it if you drink it really late at night on Sunday after midnight. That's my other favorite thing. The End.]

PK1, The SYborg & other orbiter
[!] [!] { Eclipse the Gum 1/11/01: This bar is like the girl that likes you that you don't particularly like back. In a pinch, it'll do. But, usually it just sits there waiting for your attention. I have yet to have an above average time there...cheapies or no.} [!] { gray-Neo and e-Lux 3/25/01: good god! That's a lot of Rolling Rock and Maker's combos for empty stomachs and after-work chillin'! It's all good. No one else in WXOU on that Friday looked like they were in any better shape than we were...}

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The Other Room
Perry, Washington/Greenwich
Greenwich
Manhattan
{ MisterDasein 2/9/00: Despite the palpable yuppie aura, this place is sort of well arranged, custom made rusty iron tables and stools, brick walls, votives galore. It is usually way too dark, and horror of horrors, thinks it's progressive for not serving liquor. If you like beer you'll be entranced by the several hundred varieties available. There is also a decent wine selection. Weekends, it goes without saying, are a nightmare. All "Room" franchises [e.g., anotherroom] kind of suck in the end, although I have had a few pleasant late afternoon quaffs here. In the warm weather one can sit outside on a sea-green metal bench and sip.}

White Horse Tavern
Hudson @ 11
Greenwich
Manhattan
{ Eclipse the Gum 1/17/01: Average bar; decent bar food; hit-or-miss behind-the-beam; where Dylan Thomas went kaput. BUT, the site of my favorite NYC bar fight: Walk in with my friend A****. I head over to the restroom. There's a drunk fratty fireplug harassing a woman in the back room. Him: "Where you going now?!" Her: "Oh, thanks, I had a nice night." Him: "Where you going now?!" Her: "Thanks again." Him: "Where you..." Me: "Dude, she's going home." And I continue to the restroom, pee and begin washing my hands. In walks Cro-Magnon. Him: "You need to learn to mind your own business." Having been in situations like this before, my response was to hit him in the face. He grabbed me by the coat and tried to throw me against the wall. I stepped into it and slammed him into the hand-dryer. The bouncer pushed open the door. I held my face and said "This guy's fucking nuts. He just socked me in the eye." The bouncer threw fratty out. As I related this O. Henryesque tale to my friend A****, the bartender was eaves-dropping. At the end of it, the tender says "You punch a guy in the mouth AND get him thrown out for it? Your next one's on the house."}

Blind Tiger
10 @ Hudson
Greenwich
Manhattan
Kittlings, you'll like the Blind Tiger, which is basically affordable, with a shifting variety of patrons, many of whom are on the younger side, and a decent juke. The Tuesday night tender is a bit on the indifferent side, but he's trying to be nice (if only he'd stop mopping his brow with the bottom of his t-shirt in order to show off his little belly). Give it a shot. It's far enough west to be off a couple of different beaten paths. [Oddly enough, Blind Tiger has Regular-Crossover with Circa Tabac.] { gray-Neo and e-Lux 1/21/00: Blind Tiger is another one of those places that requires patience. Like a lot of places, the weekend is a terrible time to go unless it's really really late. We don't know who this belly showoff guy is, but the usual bartender's only fault is being too nice. They have Beam Rye for all the serious bourbonites.} { MisterDasein 2/9/00: Lots of wood. The occasional semi-drunk cat-eye-glasses-wearing patron expounding on the Rolling Stones. You can get in a decent conversation if you "accidentally" squirt someone in the eye via a squeezed lemon.} [The step up to the door, I noticed recently, is treacherous: it's tall and small so that you almost have to back off of it in order to get through the door opening toward you...and if some student-type is gabbing on her cellphone in front, you might as well get a running start and crash headlong through the glass panels, exploding into the after-work crowd in an arc of wood shards and glass and wires, and hats and scarves and cold, cold hands. "Beam Rye for everyone!" he shouts, tripping over a pile of briefcases and wool coats, but no one hears him because the music is too loud.] { Eclipse the Gum 12/29/00: < I heart Unicorns. I heart Louise. I heart Maker's Mark. I heart IPA. If you don't see me here, it's closed. >} { Eclipse the Gum 3/2/01: Time: not ten minutes ago [received 5:11 PM -SYborg]  Characters: drunk a-hole bewailing his lot in life pertaining to ex-girl and stuff; bumpkin couple from Wisconsin; myself   Dialogue: Drunk — "Yeah, but at least, I quit smoking three months ago." Couple — "Oh? So what made you quit?" Myself (in Texan accent) — "Obviously it was gettin' in the way of his talkin'."}

Barrow Pub
Hudson @ Barrow
Greenwich
Manhattan
{ gray-Neo and e-Lux 10/6/00: We heard a lot about it before we went, usually pool was the link. It's pretty cool, seems low key, there were people hangin' out, you know, on a Thursday night, just spending some time. Tender was nice, and poured e-Lux this HUGE drink! It's urban positioning is totally excellent too: right along what Theo calls The Hudson Corridor, the xpressway for getting up into the village.} { Eclipse the Gum 1/26/01: This place forever stands as a den of sexual iniquity or initiation. Once I was trying to get a (platonic) friend's attention here and she responded "What do you want? Tongue?" Once this crazy Israeli minx followed me into the bathroom and got reprimanded by the authorities as I pondered whether I was playing her or genuinely afraid of her. Of course, the bisexual delegacy via Henrietta Hudson's...in the spirit of batting 1000, I only go here when the vibe is just right.} { PK1 3/2/01: I've been here countless times before; after all, it is a neighborhood bar (though not for much longer; unless, of course, proximity to one's work—in our times—is considered PART of YOUR neighborhood). I can't shake the feeling that P.k-7 has just been here; or, even worse, is here right now—hidden somewhere out of sight, maybe in the nook between the rail and the bar proper. I stopped in for what was supposed to be a quick one, not wanting to go straight home. I'm not in need, but I have made some calls for help....what were my original special powers: not knowing the effect of my own stare? is it working now, and do i really want it to work....probably best to put my jacket on.} { P.k-7 3/2/01: there are three 3 in a bar of 36 patrons. that is discluding the tender. there are 3 people under the age of 30: could i be one of them? there is a framed reproduction photograph identical to the one my pal obtained from another hole just 4 nights ago. Is it the same one? i am on my 3rd round and have yet to receive a refund. besides an occaisional forced smirk, I have spoken nothing but orders. i am in a place that it is possible i shouldn't be, but it is impossible to tell exactly why that is possible. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, I'M GOING FOR A CUPPACINO, you want any!?!" (absolutely no humor there) Ahhhh, it finally came. "What do you want for a free one? A [blot], or a [blot]?" I reply, "I'll take a [blot]," and offer apologies as best i can....}

Henrietta Hudson's
Hudson @ Morton
Greenwich
Manhattan
{ Eclipse the Gum 1/11/01: This falls under the Jonathan Richman nomenclature of "Lesbian Bar." Lots of Sheryl Crow. Not so much anger. Little (but potent) bit of lipstick. I've been here a couple of times; it's close to where I work. But, the most recent was the greatest. After tagging along with a high school friend and her coterie of bisexual and lesbian companions, we wound up here and within fifteen minutes, I was standing on tip-toe pointing to the cutest girls in the bar, telling them to follow me over to Barrow's Pub. Six girls followed me over there and one of them bootycalled me the next day. And my friend was only mad at me for a few hours.}

... NYU or on to Meat Packing

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