Day 248—Tuesday, September 14th, 2010
Triple Crown Ale House
Okay, it’s been one shitty, piss-poor night at work. I’m not going to get into it, because I know better than to blog about work. I don’t feel like getting dooced in this shitty, fucking economy. (How do you like your job, Frank? Inside joke alert.) Anyway, I’ve got a headache, my eyeballs hurt, my toes are weary and I’ve got a spasm going on in my left shoulder blade. Some nights I really don’t feel like doing this bar crawl, but there’s no way I want to start it all over. And quitting is out of the question. But I do, however feel like getting really fucked up. So I’m going to go to the Triple Crown Ale House for the simple reason it’s about four minutes from where I work. I’ll prove it to you, just look below this sentence.
See, we're here already, time for a drink or seven.
It's kind of crowded at the front and I'm in no mood to be mingling with a lot of people.
This spot at the back looks perfect to throw back a few well-deserved drinks.
And Noel the bartender brings the first of the many well-deserved drinks.
Here's to winning the lottery, cheers!
Here's the lit up bar at the Triple Crown.
A row of booths line the wall opposite the bar.
Here's a shot of one of the booths. It makes me think of Frank Booth.
The front table has an open=air view of 7th Street.
Here's a longshot of the wooden bar at the Triple Crown.
This fellow was just finishing his dinner and was seated next to me.
His name is Uri and he's from Tel Aviv, Israel. He turned out to be a real interesting guy, he owns a restaurant and he's a professional photographer. Here's the restaurant's website: Porter and Sons.
There's a dining room in the back.
And lots of TV's (you'll love it here, Gene!)
Condiments!
Horse-racing photos hang on the walls, hence the name the Triple Crown.
Noel at work at the bar with the other bartender who's name I didn't get because by now I'm on about my eighth drink.
Uri takes another shot as I drink a shot.
Somewhere along the evening I drifted off into vodka to forget my horrible workday. Goodnight, everybody!
Review
I’ve said it before in reviews of bars along this stretch of Seventh Avenue, they’re not bad bars, but they all somewhat lack a distinct personality or charm. The Triple Crown is no exception to this rule. But if you’re going to a game or show at Madison Square Garden, or if you want to throw back a few before your train ride back to Jersey, it’ll serve your purpose well. Like two of it’s neighboring taverns, it’s got a horse theme to it and lots of polished wood and a very large bar. There’s large wooden booths lining the wall and a large dining room in the back.
It’s a full bar with a Happy Hour running Monday through Friday featuring four dollar drafts and six buck well drinks. Wednesday is Ladies Night and women can drink six dollar Cosmopolitans and Martinis all night. The kitchen is open late (till one am weeknights, four am on the weekends) and some of the items available include: Pasta With Spicy Sausage, Bangers And Mash, Leg Of Lamb and Beef Goulash.
There’s outside tables for seating and people watching when the weather permits. And it’s only about four minutes from where I work.
Triple Crown Ale House
330 Seventh Ave. (at 29th St.)
212-736-1575