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Tuesday
Nov232010

Tuesday, November 23rd, 2010—Bar 317

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

Saturday
Jun262010

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