Day 317—Monday, November 23rd, 2010
The Four-Faced Liar
I don’t even know how I found tonight’s bar, but I had it bookmarked and didn’t feel like searching around, so that’s tonight’s destination. It’s an Irish bar in the West Village called, The Four-Faced Liar. I wonder if Jon Lovitz owns this joint? Let’s go find out.
It's an easy subway ride there, here's Penn Station, looks like there was a hockey game tonight.
Whenever I see a train coming now, I think of Fat Al. Lean back, motherfuckers!
And here we are outside in the West Village.
(Inside joke alert between Marty and Biff.) The Karavas Tavern! Spanks for the memories! (I think Biff's on the road, so don't expect a response to this. But it's cracking me up.)
And here we are at the Four-Faced Liar. Those shoes hanging over the sign make me think of the movie, "Wag The Dog."
Holy shitballs, it's crowded in here for a Monday!
And Dan, the friendly bartender is quick with a three buck can of Pabst.
A shot of the well-stocked, lit up bar.
A glance upwards reveals the mark of a classic bar, a tin ceiling.
There's lots of leather couches and wooden nooks to sit at in the bar.
Which is exactly where I found Stephanie and Pete having a drink.
Peanuts!
Lams and vintage black and white photos line the wall of the pub.
John was seated up in the front window area and told me that they shot a movie in here. The name of the movie is, The Four Faced-Liar (what else?) and here's the trailer: The Four-Faced Liar movie.
The bar has a back room, let's go check it out.
There's a couple back here, let's go say hi.
Brianne and Chris were having a drink back here and told me it was their first time in the bar.
There's a state of the art foosball table back here.
Things are still hopping back at the bar.
Melissa was seated at the end of the bar and we had a nice chat about the bar crawl and a somewhat mutual hatred of midtown. What a great smile!
Luke was overly-relaxed at the bar and reminded me it's time to say...
Goodnight, everybody!
Review
Despite the name being The Four-Faced Liar, the only deception going on here is the size of the pints—they’re twenty ounces, a fib I can live and drink with. The name of the Irish pub refers to a four-faced clock from a church steeple in Cork, Ireland, birthplace of owner/manager Conor O'Sullivan. The clocks were notorious for not keeping the correct time, hence the nickname from the locals of the “four-faced liar.” At the bar’s website it states that their goal is to give the feel of an Irish “local” and in my opinion, they’ve pulled it off. There’s a cozy wooden horseshoe bar up front and lots of leather and wooden nooks and crannies to sit and nurse a Guinness at in the front room. The back room has more tables and a dart board and a foosball table.
The beer selections rotate here, but some of your choices on draft right now are: Blue Moon, Brooklyn Lager, Yuengling and of course Guinness. The bottled beer selection includes: Magners, Red Stripe, Rolling Rock and Heineken. But if you have a Frank Booth mindset, you might want to go with a can of Pabst which will cost you just three bucks. They also have a good selection of single malt and blended whiskies behind the bar. Happy hour runs daily, from 2pm to 8pm with a dollar off all drinks.
The bar hosts poetry readings on Sunday afternoons and there’s a variety of board games to play at the bar or tables as well as chess and backgammon sets.
The Four-Faced Liar
165 W. 4th St. (Near Sixth Ave.)
212-206-8959