Check out our bartender. Seriously. This guy has to be in his 80's. No shit. He is very surly and very Ukranian.
Fear not my TOTAL AWESOME!
I really love this Men's room. Yes it smells of 100 years of piss, but you can't beat the wood paneling. It is funny how the wood paneling seems to soak up the urine.
Another Thursday night in the East Village. Crazy go bananas.
So I was hanging out with an old hippy and a lesbian. Not that there is anything wrong with it. That is just where the conversation was at.
Here is what the New York Times said about this place.
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W. H. Auden once lived next door, and Trotsky across the street. Both knew a little something about the low life, and so does the clientele of this East Village landmark. Years of thick smoke have given the place a gray pallor, the booths are cracked but cozy, and the Rolling Stones dominate the jukebox. In other words, you've got all you need to nurse yourself through a bout of poverty and despair. Just don't ask for a whiskey sour; they don't do that here. Straight whiskey, on the other hand, flows like water and, at $4 a glass, doesn't cost much more.Extra
The Holiday started out as a Prohibition-era speakeasy—and you might wonder if the well drinks are still made with bathtub gin.