Misery loves company pretty much sums it up. Elzy, 27, was found shot to death about 7:15 a.m. The tap beers are domestic, the men at the bar just finished their shifts, and the jukebox is quiet. The hipsters have yet to discover Holiday. The spacious back room is perfect for an impromptu lap dance or game of foosball.
They’ve got free pizza on Wednesday nights.ī-side is an ideal, chill spot for starting or ending the night. Happy Hour runs all night long (in one form or another). But then again, it’s a gay bar and the clientele here have higher standards. said: What's with the NYC media calling obviously straight baseball stars gay Piazza is a metalhead whose obsession is playing heavy metal tunes on his. This is probably the cleanest, most modern dive bar I’ve been to. He fatally shot himself three days later. Lady Gaga, The Patron Saint of the Lower East Side, has been linked to the owner.Įxpect two-dollar cans of PBR and fascinating family photos on the walls from a time when mullets and bellbottoms were worn sincerely. Robida entered a bar on February 2, 2006, in New Bedford, Massachusetts, confirmed that it was a gay bar, and then attacked patrons with a hatchet and a handgun, wounding three. This place looks like a rec-room from the ’70s and smells like it too. There are no handles on the bathroom doors, and if you like wiping, bring your own toilet paper. The jukebox is filled with mixes made by regulars with titles like, “No Sleeping in the God Damn Bar.” A shot of tequila looks intimidatingly large, but barely burns going down. The bartenders and the crowd are overtly surly.ĭrinks are cheap, but weak. From the inside it looks exactly the same.
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If you are still standing after two-for-the-price-of-one happy hour ends, try ordering The Pube: Five bucks for a shot of whiskey and a can of beer. Sagging bookshelves filled with musty classics like Tom Sawyer line the walls of The Library, but it doesn’t look like many of the patrons have read much since they dropped out of 8th grade.