Saturday, June 26th, 2010—Bar 167
Day 167—Friday, June 25th, 2010
Mustang Sally's
Friday night’s have been tough to do since the beginning of this blog way back in January. Most bars are too crowded and noisy to talk to people and take pictures of them. And the one’s that aren’t are a little boring sometimes. Saturdays were tough as well, but I feel I’ve fixed that problem by going earlier and getting a cheeseburger and have that be the main focus of the blog. But Friday’s continued to haunt me (as witnessed in last Friday’s entry.) But I think I’ve finally figured out a way to do Friday nights, get photos, feature a bar and still have it be fun. What I’ve decided to do is to take shots of a bar from that night and the captions will be dialogue from a character in the movie. Just like we’re out drinking with that character. I think it’ll be fun, we’ll test it out tonight.
A couple days ago in the Subway Inn post I mentioned the character Frank Booth from the movie, “Blue Velvet.” I love this movie and Dennis Hopper should be awarded a lifetime Academy Award for bringing this character to life. It’s one of the most twisted and dark movies I’ve ever seen. If you haven’t seen the movie you should, Bravo named it the 84th scariest movie of all time:
And here’s a primer on Frank courtesy of Wikipedia: Frank Booth. Okay, get your gasmasks ready, because tonight, we drink with Frank Booth at nearby Mustang Sally’s!
Hey, no smile for Frank? No? OK. Fuck it. Let's go.
What kind of beer do you like to drink, neighbor?
Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
Don't toast to my health, toast to my fuck!
Where's the glasses? That beer's gonna get warm. One thing I can't fuckin' stand is warm beer. It makes me fuckin' puke!
Shut up! It's Daddy, you shithead! Where's my bourbon?
Suave! Goddamn you're one suave fucker!
Ah, shit, let's drink to something else. Let's drink to fuck. Yeah, say, "Here's to your fuck, Frank.”
I'll send you a love letter! Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is? It's a bullet from a fucking gun, fucker! You receive a love letter from me, you're fucked forever! You understand, fuck? I'll send you straight to hell, fucker!
No I want you to fuck it. Shit, yes, pour the fuckin' beer.
Ain't that right, Tits?
Be polite!
Let's hit the fuckin' road!
Now it's dark.
Review
Mustang Sally’s is a little bit like their down the street neighbor, Mustang Harry’s—a little on the bland side. But to some, that’s not always a bad thing. The crowd is a mix of tourists, commuters having a few for the road before they hit Penn Station and people either going to or coming from an event at Madison Square Garden. The bar is long and wooden and there’s giant wooden booths off to the side of it, where you can dine and drink. There’s lots of TV’s for the many sports fans that occupy this joint at any given time. You won’t find any grizzled regulars here, but the mood is friendly and most nights you can catch a seat at the bar.
It’s a full bar and they have a kitchen with a large menu. It’s pretty much your standard pub grub consisting of burgers, wings and chicken sandwiches, but a few things that stand out on the menu are a chicken pot pie, a Cuban sandwich and Irish Whiskey Chicken. Happy hour happens Monday through Friday from 3pm to 6pm and it offers, four dollar orders of wings, four buck McSorlely’s and shots of Jameson for, yes, that’s right, four dollars.
They have Heineken, but sadly no Pabst Blue Ribbon. So I guess Frank Booth won’t be coming back.
Now it’s dark.
Mustang Sally's
324 Seventh Ave. (Near 28th St.)
212-695-3806
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Reader Comments (25)
Who wants to Fuck !!
You know what,,,,Mustang Sally's looks great,,,,the wood is everywhere and even above the bar with recessed lights,,,good job. Were those two empty beer glasses yours? Poured by the one armed bartender? 365 bar rule: At least 1 hour and 3 beers/drinks in one bar,,,,,Marty,,,you keep it going, not sure I like the new game, but I understand crowds can mess up the crawl,,, ,,365 bars ALL THE WAY. Favorite David Lynch movie,,,,Mulholland Drive=(Naomi Watts)
love the concept
@Al: The glasses were someone else's. I had four bottles of Budweiser, but I wish I could've had Pabst Fucking Blue Ribbon to toast Frank!
I'm with spotcolor, great concept! Never thought I'd be able to drink with Frank Booth! Cheers to Pabst Blue Ribbon, you fucking fucks!
Say...ah...hmmm...Marty, are we gonna be wiffin' the ol' happy gas before we do Friday's posts now...hm-mm? I picked up a guy in my cab once that was a lot like Frank...I stranded his ass and ran over his feet getting away from him. Some movies I just can't watch because they're too close to the truth for comfort. Blue Velvet is one of them, the stranger that movie gets, the more it reminds me of some real people I've known...brrrr!
Nothing wrong with Mustang Sally's, but you should try to find a bar offering masks full of amyl nitrate. I'll bet your photos would be amazing. Maybe it could be your first 3-D post! Fuck!
Catching a fucking buzz Marty? Jeez at least you have bars to go to. I have about 5 around here in the keys nearby
In Dreams I Crawl with You .
TO : F(uck)RANK !!
@MikeyC: Not yet, but the forecast for a buzz later in the PM looks to be about 100%.
@everyone: TO FRANK BOOTH YOU FUCKING FUCKS! BE POLITE.
Now it's dark.
"Shut up! It's Daddy, you shithead! Where's my bourbon? Can't you fucking remember anything?"
"Don't you fucking look at me!"
One of Dennis Hopper's finest characters.
Peace Within.
i don't know why but the repeated "now its dark" gives me the giggles! LOL! i like this! fuck fuck fuck!!
Frank is as polite as my dad! And you don't know how many times I got ashamed with that!!! One time (I was 9 years old) and we were in a supermarket, and a woman was blocking the aisle with her shopping cart, and my dad got mad at her, he pushed the cart against the wall and told her : "you fucking bitch, you think the aisle belong to you!" then she tried to say something but he yelled "look at your face, who would fuck your dirty pussy!" then he run away... I laugh about that now, but when I was kid it was a hell to bear !!!! Every day I was praying for it doen't happens!!! hahahahaha scary!
And my mom? well, she's the same !!! I think they were perfect for each other!!!!!
And the creepy things is that I act this way sometimes and I get hit with a thought : "SHIT, PISS, FUCK! I LOOK LIKE MY DAD !!!" HAHAHAHA :D
TO FRANK !!
TO FRANK!
My ex's grandma's nickname was Mustang Sally. I don't think she said fuck that much. I miss her. I'm afraid to watch those clips.
Marty, just heard your voice, loved it! :)
I like the chickie with the blue jean skirt and red striped top in the picture near the top with the .... "Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!" caption .....
this new appoach to the crawl looks to be fuckin' fun as well as fuckin' funny...365 will proably be fuckin' swamped w/movies to refer to...i could even see a "call response" mixing two movies...mustang sally's...WINNER .'cause i'd rather ride sally than harry....i'm sure fuckin' frank would too...KOC
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@kari: Thanks, that is the best thread ever on Dooce, You should do it on your son's laptop, the thread is still active. I think I sounded like a dork!
@rr: I'm only doing this on Friday's for a little break,, glad you like the approach!
What the Fuck , you didn't put up the next crawl yet , it Fucking Sunday morning , what the Fucks wrong with you .
When you put up the next crawl you better do it polite .
@Marty, not at all! You have a very sexy voice. So yeah. Ummm. Happy Sunday lol.
@kari: Thanks! I look forward to hearing your voice on there!
@JHwang: It's up and it's polite, you fuck!
McSorley's huh? Reminds me of all the great old time hockey fights of Marty McSorley, Wendel Clark, and Bob Probert