Day 315—Saturday, November 20th, 2010
Bar Six
Live from New York, it’s Cheeseburger Saturday Night! Tonight’s host is Bar Six, with special guest star Gumby and the ready for prime beef player, Marty Wombacher. Ladies and gentlemen...Bar Six!
This is Gumby, he lives in a cup on top of my refrigerator. He doesn't get out much, so I thought I'd take him out with me on Cheeseburger Saturday Night. You ready Gumby?
Here's Gumby in all his glory out on Sixth Avenue.
And here's tonight's stop, Bar Six. I didn't get much sleep last night, so I thought we'd go here as it's just a couple blocks from where I live.
Let's go in and check it out.
Even though it's early, it's pretty crowded in here.
Here's a seat, let's see if it's taken.
Bill assures me it's free, so I sit down and take a photo of him and Gumby. Way to pimp the blog, Gumby!
Here's Chris the bartender and Gumby. As you can see, Gumby's excited to be out and about!
Have a drink, Gumby, that'll settle you down.
A view of the copper-plated bar from where Gumby and I sit.
There's a dining room in the back.
A wooden pew and tables are opposite the bar.
Gumby poses with the lovely Roxi, who's a waitress here. Hey, what are you looking at Gumby?
Chris is taking care of business behind the bar.
And Gumby meets a couple of pretty ladies seated at the end of the bar. From left: Hiwet and Ayana.
And now the stage is set!
It's Cheeseburger Saturday Night! Well, it's actually a turkey burger, but it's close enough.
And it's delicious! That's one tasty burger!
And Gumby has an after dinner drink.
Oh, oh, looks like someone had a little too much to drink.
Sheesh, passed out on his back! You can't take this guy anywhere, this is embarrassing. I think it's time to go home.
Goodnight, everybody!
Review
I have to work today, yeah, on a Sunday. This sucks and I’m running late, so I’m going to slack off and run a review from New York magazine. And now, it’s off to work I go. Sob!
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Although the décor at this West Village hangout—yellow walls, red vinyl banquettes, copper-topped café tables and rows of imported bottles of mineral water—indicates an appealing, albeit cookie-cutter French bistro, the menu contains some type-defying items. In addition to the requisite but tasty moules and steak frites, comforting North African dishes—like grilled, veggie-packed couscous, or an aromatic Moroccan chicken pie—dare to mix it up. But if you’re looking to stick to more predictable fare, sink your teeth into an expertly prepared hamburger-generic as it may be, it has acquired a fan club of its own. — Gabriella Gershenson
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Bar Six
502 Sixth Ave. (Near 13th St.)
212-691-1363
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Bonus Photos From Tim Clack When He Was In New York City
Clacky took lots of photos when he visited here last week. And here’s another batch he sent in along with captions. Take it away, Clacky!
All hail to the Bar Crawl! To the Bar crawl! Onya Terry!
The infamous BBC. Terry, Smoopy and Gene doing what they do best.
Manhattan by water.
The Brooklyn Bridge.
A long way down from the top of the rock.