< topography - Thirst Avenue

  

Xunta
1 Ave, 10/11
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
I know I'm not supposed to include restaurants on this list, but: Wow! What a fun place! Great fish and music!

Standard
1 Ave, 10/9
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
A sensitivity to detail can be observed in the design of this minimalist lounge that, in spite of its slightly precious prices, can serve admirably as a place for one, perhaps two drinks after, say, a film or a meal, provided it's not a weekend, of course.—At least that would seem to be the feeling of the regulars, who are quietly chatting with the bartender.

Coyote Ugly Saloon
1 Ave, 9/10
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
{ Brooklyn Belle 2/4/00: Crack open another $2 PBR! and sing with me kittlings..."Hey Good-lookin...Whatcha got cookin? How's about cookin something up with meeeee..." This haven for serious, frugal alcoholics is more country than western and a sure bet on a lonely, weekday night when your love for a David Allen Coe sing-along is shared by every slurring body on a stool. Avoid the too-crowded weekends when frattypes converge looking for a good story to tell their co-workers the next day. If perchance you find yourself there on a rowdy night...Dancing on the bar by the female patrons is encouraged...nay...almost enforced by the jaded and acid-tongued bar maids who will pour a shot of Wild Turkey down your throat every hour...and douse you with her soda gun if you stupidly ask for water. Tip her heavily. You could never do what she does...and she does it drunk.} { BrooklynBelle 7/19/00: After reading a write-up on this dive of a bar in GQ Magazine, Jerry Bruckheimer decided to make a movie about the rude, semi-hot chick bartenders with their dreams of fame, fortune and glory at the Ugly. There very well might be a disclaimer at the beginning of the movie that says it is not based on any individual characters. You should keep this in mind when the movie comes out and everyone wants to head to the Ugly looking for a Tyra Banks look-alike behind the bar wearing a tight leather vest. You will not find her. Nor will you see them blowing fire from bottles of Bacardi 151. They might be dancing on the bar...but it certainly won't be as sexily choreographed as you've seen on the previews. So stay away...for at least a year...cause you are wise and you know it's just a fucking movie and you don't want to hang out with a bunch of disillusioned neckties.}

International
across from "that bar"
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
Structurally, the International presents itself in a fashion peculiar to The City: the bar proper constitutes one side of a lengthy, narrow passage that penetrates deep into the block, without ever widening. If it's busy, as the International often is, this passage takes the form of a gauntlet to be suffered only because the drinks are so cheap. { PK1 12/7/99: I have always found a seat, no matter what night of the week, at this oft visited standby. i have always become comfortably drunk here. BUT, you will not be as lucky as i.} { gray-Neo and e-Lux 7/6/00: Hurray for International! Hurray for cheap bear and mellow service! Hurray for hiding from the world! Hurray for blinking Christmas lights? Huh, yeah, well a lot of bars are cheap, but how many of them do you think have a sink  outside the bathroom so that you wash your hands in front of everyone? e-Lux likes the box too.} [!] { Cassandra 9/2/00: What I like is that the place is generally emptyish, they have a completely random jukebox, which allows music to create chameleon moods, and the crowd can consist of anything from obnoxious tourists to quite sullen sole punk rockers scowling into their liquor glasses.} {research_special}

"that bar"
1 Ave, N of Old Homestead
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
You know, that one bar, on the northwest corner of 7 and 1, with the window thats look out, and it never seems crowded. But you never stop. No, you're in a hurry to go elsewhere, you suppose. That's a mistake, for The City gives itself over to the patient wanderer. How many times has a 9-to-5-er, who lives in Manhattan, asked you for directions? How many times have you overheard this: "Is this what's called the East Village?" "I think so." "Will I have to take a cab home?" "Where do you live?" "Murray Hill, I think." "Is that near Harlem?" [cf. WXOU Radio] { gray-Neo and e-Lux 10/21/00: a lot of people refer to this place as the Tile Bar and that makes sense because the floor is small black and white tiles. The drinks are reasonably priced, and the patrons are basically low-key characters enjoying the company of their friends, chatting, whatever, getting drunk. The usual stuff, we like it...} { Jakeed 11/21/00: Tile Bar as balance of forces good and evil: super bartender versus shrieking pile of humans the kind that leave you wondering who raised you but it's more likely these shrieking humans oh look one of them is screaming from the door of the bathroom with her pants half off are NYU-ers getting a good drunken running head start on the Thanksgiving break}

Old Homestead
1 Ave @ 6
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
Pros include: Sabbath on the box, Ms. Pacman, and pitchers (sic) of beer. Cons include: the middle-aged Polish staff turns down the box when you put on Sabbath, turning it back up only for Henry Mancini or polka; there's an enormous man permanently conjoined to Ms. Pacman, and the pitchers aren't really that cheap. Pro: hangout for Cooper Union kittlings. Con: too well lit. After a near brawl involving Slimerall, Mean L*****, and, yes, yours truly, I have not been back. [All the same, some still swear by the Old Homestead, which has given up Ms. Pacman but changed its evil ways in relation to Sabbath volume.] [Like a prodigal son, I return almost three years later and learn that some things, as They say, never change. The Homestead is still too well lit; the staff is still suspicious of the young—I mind, of course, less and less. And the drinks are cheaper than ever.] [Strolling down First in need of a WC, I pass on International, on that bar, thinking I'm going home (I'll find a dark corner in which to pee). But autumn's melancholy or nostalgia or combination thereof stabs me at 6th, or maybe I'm just cold. I step down into the Homestead to be rewarded with a dirt cheap shot of Luksusowa and a glass of soda (which is free, the bartender informs me). I down both, use the restroom, and return to The Street a new man, as They say.]

First
1 Ave, 5/6
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
I can't for the life of me remember when or with whom I went here, nor can I remember what the interior looks like. [I begin to suspect that, in fact, First is, first, a restaurant.] [Aha! at last the First riddle is solved via return-by-invitation, and while it is an overpriced restaurant, the food can be pleasing. More importantly though: a large Sputnik suspended on a shiny metal rod that runs, in its own ceiling groove, from the street wall to the back; hilarious W.C. adventure through the labyrinth; Tina's Tiny menu, featuring bowls of exotic Martinis, each in its own little carafe, with accompanying sample-sized glasses—very cute—; and free peanut brittle at the door.]

Three of Cups
1 Ave @ 5
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
Three of Cups, one of those step-down situations, is distinctly like the basement of that one high school friend of yours, whose parents didn't seem to mind if their cellar was converted into a hangout: ratty furniture, wires and pipes, hanging visibly from the low ceiling, and the feeling that an adult might be banging with a broom on that same ceiling, shouting, "Turn it down!" Cans of Pabst are eminently affordable. [Warm and relaxed, Three of Cups remains one of the finest weeknight hide-and-drinks, with swell tunes (Ms. Hill, Rage Against The Machine...too radio-ready?) and friendly service.]

d.b.a.
1 Ave, 3/4
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
That's a long-ass menu of high-brow beers, and that's a world of scotch. Sure, sure. But among all those yuppies and beer-o-philes, will you be able to suppress the yawns that choke you so? { PK1 11/19/99: Near the front windows this is a wonderful place to read a magazine during the afternoon.}

La Linea
1 Ave, 1/2
Thirst Avenue
Manhattan
It's dark, with couches in the back; it's loud, with a DJ booth in the back; it's 50% of the bars you've been to in The City, with a different name. A crowd of hotties, of both sexes, usually packs it in there all the same. { PK1 12/7/99: We were actually killing time as we waited for our table at a nearby restaurant to become available. We had a couple bottles of decent red wine with us. We asked the tender for four water glasses, and Hurrah! she gave them to us.} { gray-Neo and e-Lux 1/17/00: You have to give La Linea a lot of time. It  will grow on you. The crowd on the weekends can be a little obnoxious, but late late and off nights are great especially if you snag the chill seating area in front of the window by that weird painting and the music isn't too loud.}

... E.Vill., St. Mark's Place or on to Alphabet City and Avenue A

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