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Friday
Aug132010

Friday, August 12th, 2010—Bar 215

Day 215—Thursday, August 12th, 2010
P & G Bar

When I first moved to New York in July of 1993, I lived on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. I lived on Broadway near 75th street. One block over and two blocks down was the corner of Amsterdam and 73rd. And housed on that corner was the infamous P & G Bar. The joint was a legendary watering hole on the Upper West Side with a glorious, blazing neon sign. The bar and the sign were so iconic they were used in lots of movies and TV shows. Two of them that spring to mind are Seinfeld and the film Donnie Brasco, but I’m sure there’s many more.

I lived there for four years and it was my go-to joint for a quick beer or six. The bartenders were gruff but friendly and the regulars perched around the perimeter of the bar were the same. A beer and a shot crowd. If you wanted something to eat, there were bags of chips behind the bar. There were wooden booths on the opposite side of the bar, but that’s mainly where the college kids drank their pitchers of beer and cranked out tunes on the jukebox. The bar was the place to sit at the P&G.
I moved downtown to 16th street in the summer of 1998 and didn’t venture uptown nearly as often. About a year went by without me stepping foot in the joint. I remember one day I had the urge to go visit my old watering hole, so I took the subway uptown to my old neighborhood on the Upper West Side. I walked in and the bartender (I can’t remember his name), said, “Where you been? I haven’t seen you in a couple weeks.” I told him I had moved and it had been over a year. He just shook his head and served me a beer. The crowd around the bar hadn’t changed much. It never did.

But then the shoe fell. In 2008 the P & G’s landlord had the need for greed, lowered the boom and kicked them out. I heard it was closing and went and had a final beer before Christmas that year and it was definitely a blue Christmas in the old P & G. I had heard rumors that they would reopen, but I never heard that they did and considered it one more casualty in a city that’s ushering in and welcoming way too many chain stores and restaurants. But last week someone told me they had reopened and I did some seraching and it’s true! The sign didn’t make it, I guess it was too old to make the trip, but what the fuck, let’s go check out the new P & G. Just click your heels three times and say, “There’s no place like the P & G Bar!”

Here's where the old P & G once stood. How sad, no more neon on this corner.

But travel one block over...

And you hit Columbus Avenue.

And it's five easy blocks to...

The new P & G Bar! The sign isn't neon, but it'll due for now.

The new space has live music with no cover. There's three bands tonight.

So let's go down and check it out.

The big wooden doors open to...

The new P & G! It looks great in here. Nice brick walls and a spacious wooden bar.

There's a familiar face behind the bar.

It's fourth generation owner, Steve Chahalis. A good guy and a friendly bartender. He told me he recogonized me from the old days on 73rd and Amsterdam.

Here we are, partying like it's 1993!

Part of the front of the bar with some lit up bottles.

A booth in the front of the bar.

And more booths run along the brick wall opposite the bar. The booths were taken from the original location to bring along a little charm from the original joint.

Jennie, Shannon and Jen were whooping it up at the bar. Thanks for flashing the 365 card, Jen!

Mark was at the end of the bar, cutting up a can of bourbon cake. He offered me a slice...

But I decided to check the can for any bourbon spillage.

Mike's a familiar face because he was a regular at the old P & G.

Here's Steve, taking care of business at the bar.

A framed photo of the original P & G hangs in the center of the bar.

And the original bar is not gone. The original wooden resting well lines the room in the back.

Here's a long shot of the rail. I spent many nights with my elbows resting on this piece of wood.

There's a pool table in the back room as well.

The middle of the room is where the bands play and there's never a cover charge for the music.

Fausto and the Fabulous Faustones were one of the bands playing and they were great.

Some West Point Cadets donated this hat to the new P & G.

Steve with waitress Sabrina.

And there's still potato chips behind the bar! Nice to see some things never change. Goodnight, everybody!

Review
The P & G is now a bar located across the street from the Museum of Natural History. It’s now a basement bar and they managed to carry the spirit and feeling of the old P & G to the new bar. They also carried the wooden booths here and part of the original bar railing runs along the wall in the  back room where a pool table is housed. There’s a room in the middle with live music and no cover charge for it. Last year Steven Tyler from Aerosmith jumped up on stage and sang “Long Tall Sally” with Renee and the Derelicts and drummer Anton Fig from the David Letterman Show has been known to show up and jam.

The drinks remain the same as in the old joint. A full bar, but nothing fancy. A good selection of bottled and draft beers, all moderately priced. There’s also wine and the drinks are poured stiffly. There’s a daily happy hour from noon to 6pm featuring two for one well drinks and a dollar off everything else.

The P & G bar continues to thrive in all its glory. Fourth generation owner Steve Chahalis owns and runs the bar (his dad retired four months ago)  and is the nightly bartender. So fuck the greedy landlord that threw them out of the old space and stop by and help keep the P & G an institution on the Upper West Side. They’ve paid their dues and belong in the neighborhood. I, for one, am thrilled they didn’t say die, when their asshole landlord gave them the boot. Long live the P & G!

P & G Bar
380 Columbus Ave. (Near 78th St.)
212-874-8568

P.S. Since it's Friday the 13th, I'm buying some Mega-Millions tickets. If I win I'll fly all the 365 "regulars" (you know who you are), out here to New York, put you up at a hotel and we will go nuts! I'm going out to get tickets now, wish me luck!

Sunday
Jun132010

Sunday, June 13th, 2010—Bar 154

Day 154—Saturday, June 12th, 2010
Malachy's

Okay, it’s Saturday so that means it’s time for a cheeseburger at a bar. Al Rizo, one of the commentators here who resides in Miami suggested I try the cheeseburger at Malachy’s bar on the Upper West Side. Al’s last suggestion was the Dublin House where I had to sneak pictures because of a crabby bartender. Let’s hope today’s crawl is a little easier. There’s only one way to find out, let’s get crawling!

I was going to take the subway, but decided to splurge and hailed a cab. This guy was a good driver and really got me there fast, so it was a good decision.

I snapped this shot at a red light near Times Square. I think he wanted some money, I couldn't help him out, but since he had a damn fine lunch of a bucket of chicken, I didn't feel too guilty.

I got out of the cab at 72nd and Amsterdam to have an appetizer before we get to the bar.

The line's are always out the door, but it's worth the wait and soon you'll see what I'm talking about.

Getting closer!

This is what I'm talking about! A Gray's Papaya dog with extra mustard, a little slice of heaven in a bun.

On my way to Malachy's I look at a spot that used to house a family chicken joint where I used to always eat my Sunday dinner when I lived in the neighborhood. You could get a half a chicken, a drink and two sides for $4.95, which was great because I was on a tight budget when I first moved here. Now it's going to be a Trader Joe's. What a shame, I hate the Trader Joe's!

And here we are, Malachy's. I haven't been in here in over a dozen years, let's see if its changed at all.

Hasn't changed a bit and the local's don't seem to be camera shy in here.

I haven't even sat down and already captured a portrait of one of the locals, "Big Bry."

And here's the star of the show today, Dorian Yeager. Dorian's one of the best bartenders I've encountered on the crawl so far. She has great stories, is quick with a drink and a joke and she's also a writer. In addition to murder mystery novels, Dorian has written an hilarious anecdotal book called, " Life Is A B****...and then you get your period."

Copies are available at the bar and from Dorian's website: dorianyeagerland.com.

Dorian ran for President a few years ago and snagged 93 votes. Her campaign slogan was, "Dorian Yeager, You've Done Worse." Ha ha ha, how true!

Once the regulars saw my camera out, everyone wanted to pose with Dorian. Here she is with Dennis.

Megan was also working at the bar and here she is with Dorian.

Dorian's mom Ruth was at the end of the bar after attending a Met's game. I've met a lot of wonderful and pretty women on this bar crawl, but Ruth has to be at the top of the list. A friendly and wonderful woman and a pleasure to have met her.

Here's Ruth with Don, who was seated next to her at the bar.

Joe's a neighborhood regular who was enjoying a cold bottle of Budweiser.

Robert was drinking a Guinness, cheers, Robert!

There's some real nuts in this joint! (rimshot)

Here's Ali and her booze-loving dog, Jasper.

Dorian tried giving Jasper a treat, but Jasper had his eye's elsewhere.

Now that's a good doggie! Cheers, Japsper!

And now it's time for the grand event, the cheeseburger!

Dorian serves up the feast.

Goddman, Sam, it looks delicious, and you get all this for $4.75! Craziness!

Delicious!

Thanks to Dorian and everybody at Malachy's for such a wonderful evening! Goodnight everybody!

Review

You never know what you’re going to get on this bar crawl. Some nights are fun, some are challenging but some are almost magical. Tonight was one of the magical ones. Malachy’s is about as old school New York as you’re going to find. The bar is long and the space is narrow in the front with a few tables in the back. Black and white photos dot the walls and you’ll find a crowd here that is almost all local neighborhood regulars. I used to be part of this crowd when I lived in this neighborhood over a decade ago. I haven’t been back here since I moved downtown and wondered how I’d be treated bring my bar crawl act in here. Well, I wasn’t disappointed. If you’re lucky enough to be in here when bartender Dorian Yeager is working you’re in for a treat. Dorian is one of the best bartenders I’ve had the pleasure of meeting on this bar crawl so far. She’s funny, entertaining and has great stories about celebrities in the bar from Michael Anthony Hall to Woody Allen and Mia Farrow to Ray Davies of the Kinks and to Tim Conway, check out the photo below.
The regulars at the bar treated me like a long lost friend and Dorian’s lovely mother was holding down the end of the bar, enjoying some wine after watching the Mets win a game. Malachy’s has a full bar and a full menu. I didn’t look at the menu, as I had to try the $4.75 quarter pound burger and fries. It was one of the best burgers on the crawl and the price is crazy-cheap for what you get. As Doran said, “We should just give everyone two bucks and tell them to go down the street and get something and we’d be ahead.”

In a town where real estate is being gobbled up by Trader Joe’s and Chipotles “Mexican” restaurants, it’s nice to see a joint like Malachy’s on the block. Stop by and support a real New York watering hole. Thanks for the recommendation, Al, this was a great night!

Malachy's
103 W. 72nd St. (Near Columbus Ave.)
212-874-4268

Friday
Jun112010

Friday, June 11th, 2010—Bar 152

Day 152—Thursday, June 10th, 2010
Dublin House

First off, what’s that sound? No, I didn’t fart...okay, I did, but that’s not the sound I was looking for. Ding, ding, ding, that’s what I like to hear, the sweet, sweet sound of the PayPal donation button being run. James Mollo generously sent in a $37.00 donation to keep the crawling going! This is James’ fourth donation, so he joins Tiki Bar Susie in the 4-timers club! Thanks James, I appreciate it. And James is moving back to New York soon, so be looking for him in a July posting of the 365 Crawl.

Okay, speaking of donations, a friend of mine is involved in a worthy cause and is trying to get the word out. My friend Ash, from pungsnotded is part of the American Cancer Society DetermiNation endurance event program. It’s a race to help cancer survivors see another birthday and you can help her reach her goal (and maybe surpass it) by clicking on this link and donating: Ash’s DetermiNation page. Donate if you can, let’s show Ash what the 365 community can do! (And tomorrow I’m going back to begging money for booze so appreciate this brief bit of generosity.)

It’s nice out tonight and I would go to last night’s destination, Sophie’s, but I already promised another follower a bar for tonight. I’ll hit Sophie’s next week, I promise. But tonight I already promised commentator Al Rizo that I’d go to The Dublin House tonight. Al lives in Miami but emailed me that when he was in New York a few years ago a trip to The Dublin House was one of his highligts. This is a great suggestion as I haven’t been there in years. When I first moved here I lived on the Upper West Side and used to go to The Dublin House, but after I moved downtown, I haven’t been back. Okay, Al, this bar’s for you!

It's a nice night out and here's my view from tonight's cab ride. Next stop, 79th and Broadway!

And here we are, The Dublin House, cool neon sign!

I haven't been in here in over a decade, but it hasn't changed a bit.

Okay, here's where the weirdness kicked in. This is Mike the bartender, who agreed to pose for a photo, but kept telling me that, "time is money." Then after this shot he told me not to take any more pictures in the bar. When I told him I wouldn't bug anyone, but I needed to take photos for this post, he said, "People are drinking in here. You can't take pictures of that." I could see he wasn't going to budge on this, but I wanted to tell him that Prohibition ended in 1933. Anyway, the crawl had already started here, so there's no turning back. Onwards and sidewards.

Here's a shot of the bar I took behind Mike's back.

Mike was taking an order so I quickly took a shot of some of the booze at the bar.

This is my second Guinness, Mike saw me take this photo and gave me a dirty look. I have the feeling if I'm caught another time it might be the end of this crawl.

No need for my notebook tonight, I can't ask anyone for a photo. Sob!

Here's a sneaky shot of the woman who was sitting next to me under the bar so Mike couldn't see. Cool boots and nice legs! Ooh la la!

Mike was talking to regulars at the end of the bar, so I got this shot. This whole thing is a little nerve-wracking. I feel like a paparazzi taking shots of Sean Penn and hoping he doesn't spit on me.

At this point I've switched to Budweiser and a guy has sat down next to me. His name is either Steve or Scott, I'm horrible with names. Anyway, it turns out we both lived on the Upper West Side in the '90's and are having a nice conversation when some guy comes up and asks if either of us have a cigarette. And he's willing to give two bucks for one cigarette. Steve/Scott tells the guy he can have one for free and tells him that he'll go out and smoke one with him. He leaves a third empty bottle of beer and says he'll be back in a minute.

He had bought me a beer, so i bought him one during his cigarette break. The weird thing here is that he never came back. And he had left a beer that had a third left. I bought him a full one, but he never came back to claim it. Kind of weird. I wonder if the guy bumming cigarettes kidnapped him, or if Martians zapped him onto a space ship. I would've drank the bottle of Miller Lite, but I thought if he walked back in it would be strange for me to be drinking the beer I bought him back. And just as I shot this picture, Mike gave me a dirty look and I had had enough of tonight's weirdness. I realize the photos tonight weren't that great, so I'm going to take bonus photos back at my apartment when I get home for your amusement.

Okay, I'm back at home and here's BONUS PHOTO 1: This is a box where I'm keeping every business card, coaster, menu and other stuff from this bar crawl. I figure I can use it for my book at the end of all this.

BONUS PHOTO 2: My favorite poster of all time. I've had this Mothers of Invention poster since I was around 18-years-old. It's been in every apartment I've lived in and if it could talk, I'd love to know what I've been up to for the last four decades.

BONUS PHOTO 3: My entertainment center. Yes, I live large!

BONUS PHOTO 4: My Beatles butcher album cover, a Slinky, weird little bottles and candles. A few of my favorite things.

BONUS PHOTO 5: Oblligatory home bathroom shot. Goodnight everybody!

Review
The Dublin House is a true Irish bar that has been a fixture on the Upper West Side For decades. The neon sign is a beacon that draws neighborhood regulars and tourists looking for a slice of old school New York. The bartenders are for the most part no-nonsense Irishmen who aren’t too thrilled with yobbos coming in to take pictures for their websites or blogs. As we’ve just witnessed. Buit in retrospect that’s part of the old school charm of the joint.

There’s a full bar here and of course a perfect pint of Guinness is expertly poured upon request. The front room is narrow, with dark wooden hues and there’s a back room with tables and chairs to accommadate larger parties.

The mood is friendly, just don’t bring a camera in here, they’re a little camera shy.

(P.S. Happy birthday, Jim.)

Dublin House

225 W. 79th St. (Near Broadway)
212-874-9528