Good Ole Bar
Correspondent:: "Kevin Cunningham"
Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 13:46:08 GMT
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Every once in a while I get pissed of and thats what I am now.
There is a growing lack of cheesy, old bars. You know the place were I used
to go to drink, not eat, drink. Were conversations were few, tabs were low
and food was non-existant.
I am tired of places-that-look-like-bars but they're to clean and serve 20
different kinds of chicken fingers. GAAAGGH. Were are the regulars? Were
are the places that had assigned seating? If you went there for 10 years
you had an assigned seat. Hey were you there to drink or talk? No fancy
beer, just beer, cold and cheap.
Places like this should be put a special list by the Guvmint, National
Registry of Places to Drink. They should be preserved by the Forestry
Service with special training for the Rangers about to be bar tenders. Ah,
to walk into a place like that with low lights and the superb smell of stale
beer...
Rev. Dr. Junior Mints
Anti-Pope of Atlanta
Correspondent:: asscoassc@aol.com (AssCo Assc)
Date: 10 Oct 2004 14:33:31 GMT
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<<>Anyhow, the midi interface, switching system and pipe driver hardware (heh)
>has already been ordered. >>
There is a good book, "Dive Bars"?
I can't remember the title or editor.
Amazon should have it -- a field guide to the
oldest, grungiest and often cheapest places to
drink if you're drinkin' a beer &/or a shot.
Paddy's of Race St. in Philadelphia made it.
So did Doc Holliday's in Manhattan which
used to feature $1.00 PBRs. I dunno if it's
still cool or not. Paddy's is more popular
but retains the pubby thang.
Bars in Atlanta?
Atlanta is cool in some other ways.
And in yet other ways not.
Correspondent:: asscoassc@aol.com (AssCo Assc)
Date: 10 Oct 2004 16:16:09 GMT
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Er... forget that pipe driver shit. Sorry.
Correspondent:: "Revi Shankar"
Date: Sun, 10 Oct 2004 18:32:53 -0400
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"Kevin Cunningham" wrote ...
> Every once in a while I get pissed of and thats what I am now.
>
> There is a growing lack of cheesy, old bars. You know the place were I
used
> to go to drink, not eat, drink. Were conversations were few, tabs were
low
> and food was non-existant.
>
> I am tired of places-that-look-like-bars but they're to clean and serve 20
> different kinds of chicken fingers. GAAAGGH. Were are the regulars?
Were
> are the places that had assigned seating? If you went there for 10 years
> you had an assigned seat. Hey were you there to drink or talk? No fancy
> beer, just beer, cold and cheap.
>
> Places like this should be put a special list by the Guvmint, National
> Registry of Places to Drink. They should be preserved by the Forestry
> Service with special training for the Rangers about to be bar tenders.
Ah,
> to walk into a place like that with low lights and the superb smell of
stale
> beer...
AH. One of the benefits of living in an old urban neighborhood. There's
place like that two blocks from here. Opens at 5:30 every morning. Steak,
eggs and scotch. There's a fancy stool (one with a backrest) at the end of
the bar for the most revered member of the club; a retired cop who spends
nearly every waking hour there, who judges when it's time to go home by when
he falls off his stool. They have an old bowling machine there. They
actually have a little tournament. And, when the owner is cooking, you can
get some of the best burgers you've ever had. There's a phone booth inside.
When the phone rings, the bartender comes out from behind the bar to answer
it. The place looks like nothing, but it's really something, I'll tell you
what.