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Hog Pit
13 @ 9 Ave
Meat Packing
Manhattan
[Hm. There's a full-on (Steve Miller, pool table, ESPN, hunting trophies...) BBQ-truck-stop-bar in the middle of the cobblestone collision wasteland—where 9th gets wonky into Greenwich, Hudson meets 14th, and strange streets such as Little West 12th shake hands with the likes of Washington. Truck drivers avoid the frigid wind blowing off the Hudson and drink 'mer'can beer, while after attending some opening or another, the "art"-people slop sauce on their Dolce & Gabana suits. Hm.] { gray-Neo and e-Lux 7/8/00: 'Hm' is right or maybe 'Hmpf!' Where did all these high-maintenance people come from? On a Friday they're all blocking the door and making the Hog Pit seem like a part of the problem in this hood. Damn! "Up-and-coming" Chelsea took a dump on the Meat Market. But it's OK because the Pit is hardcore and unless a lot of things change here, like drinks getting pricey or getting rid of cans of Pabst, it's going to stay cool, kittlins.}

Village Idiot
14, @ 9 Ave
Meat Packing
Manhattan
{ gray-Neo and e-Lux 2/7/00: The Idiot, as we call it, is one of  those places. It's kind of the softcore version of Red Rock West. Like a lot of those places it's totally packed on the weekend by wasted collegiate binge drinking idiots, so we call it The Idiot. But pretty much every second drink is a buy-back and cans of Pabst are under 2$!!! They have these Pabst posters on the ceiling for kids who've fallen onto the floor to look at. The bathroom door is always open unless a girl goes in. It's kind of like a really really big Rudy's. If you really want to go home for sex with some kid who keeps getting up to yark, you should check it out.} { Eclipse the Gum 1/17/01: Pitchers and pinball! This place is alive with 17 year-old Jersey heshers any night of the week. Prepare to be worshipped.
Side note to this review: One night, I was in here with a friend and this crazy old drunk guy wearing a brand-new St. Vincent's bracelet walked over to this table of frat boys and told them "Sunday is queer night, not Monday." Gave the finger to the handicapped sign next to the chix WC after doing a little dance. Got told to get the fuck out by one of the bar valkyries. Obliged her. I expect he went back to St. Vincent's, because nobody's cut off there.} { BrooklynBelle 5/23/01: There was a posse of us...all liquored and slicked up...and one of us yelled the name of this bar out. I felt my tummy tighten and my face fell but We were on 14th and 9th and it seemed like the natural blurred transgression. As we strolled up to the door we were politely asked for our ID's and noticed a frattype puking with convulsions one foot to the right of the doorman. "Is that what we have to look forward to?" I asked the doorman. "You look like you can handle your drink better than he can." "Damn Straight," I said and walked in. Within seconds...one of us was down with a slide and a thump on the behind...(although not me. I was at the bar ordering all the shots) I don't know much about physics or velocity or gravity...but watch out for them peanut shells or sawdust or whatever it is coating the ground. Drinks and shots and PBR's...we head to the back room...full of pomp and circumstance and immediately took over a table occupied by two young flannel/baseball hat kids. We pushed them to the sidelines and let them listen to our astute and comical observations. There was dancing to Elvis and Cash. There were certainly a few more drinks and by the time 3 am rolled around...with the spirit of true irony...we loudly pronounced it was time to find a gay piano bar. With smirks and self-assurance we sauntered out.}

Baktun
14, 9/Washington
Meat Packing
Manhattan
{ MisterDasein 2/9/00: Baktun is a surprisingly large space, or maybe not, given the footage that was once to be found in the Meat Packing D. It is arranged badly because you have to walk through a small space where people are often dancing to a large space where they're often not. Some cool lighting effects, glowing this and that, benches, etc. The music here is generally drum-n-bass, electro, trance, or variants thereof. It is loud, and expect some kids in wide pants. Prices are silly and the pour is poo-poo.}

Cooler
14, 9/Washington
Meat Packing
Manhattan
I justify inclusion of The Cooler, a music venue, because, while waiting for Unwound to play, the quantity of Budweiser-Yeger pairs devoured, without a second thought, was staggering. { Eclipse the Gum 1/17/01: I, too, think of the Cooler as a bar. For just this fact: the owner sometimes stands at the door, checks your ID—if he likes your "type," you get in free—and kvetches about Giuliani's rape of NYC's nightlife. Oh yeah, and there's alcohol.}

Mother—RIP
Washington @ 14
Meat Packing
Manhattan
Mother has been around a long, long time, kittlings. Home to, among other theme nights, Click + Drag, Mother divides itself (and the crowd) into two distinct parts: a small, gorgeous front room (What a floor! What a mirror!), and a larger, darker, wilder, back dance area. Dance away, enjoy the décor, but drink elsewhere, as the poor-pour, plastic-cupped beverages are priced in the clouds. [http://www.mothernyc.com/ says it all. So long, Mom. Your absence will be filled, unfortunately, by those forces turning the Meat Market into a breeding ground for fashion clones and other Chelsea seepage, the same forces that seem to have caused the closure of Dizzy Izzy's...RIP.]

on to Greenwich and NYU or on to Chelsea

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