Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Belated and Bugged

Well, this is a bit belated, to say the least. I went to these places the last week I was in Mexico, March 22nd to be precise, and then didn’t get around to writing about them until now. Took me awhile to dig everything out from my suitcase and get the pictures uploaded. I finally found a charger for my camera at a new Radio Shack that must have just opened this year.

Wednesday is art walk day in Puerto Vallarta so you get to stop into a number of art galleries and get a free glass of wine or a cocktail (if you are lucky). The Mysterious Chinese Woman also had her eye on a restaurant that was supposed to serve the most authentic Mexican food in Puerto Vallarta so we decided to combine the two, go on the art walk and then have dinner. Well, it kind of worked.

Flea Market Bar



We walked across the bridge that takes you from the south side of town where we stay to the north side of town where the galleries and the restaurant are located. Right across the bridge is a flea market little bar inside of it that has decent drinks at a low price. I just couldn’t pass it by so we stopped in while I slacked my thirst a bit.

It was getting a bit late by the time I finished up so we only had time to hit one gallery before heading to the restaurant.

El Arrayan



This is a very pleasant restaurant with an authentic Mexican décor and a little bar off to the side. The hi-lite of the meal had to be the appetizer, roasted grasshoppers.



Now before you gag let me tell you that they really were quite tasty, kind of crunchy with a bit of a smoky nut-like flavor.



You really should try them if you get a chance, and this would be a good place to do it. They let me cut back the normal portion of three tacos to just one so I didn’t actually have to make a meal of them As you can imagine, the Mysterious Chinese Woman wasn’t about to help me out with this.

After dinner I had a quick drink at the bar before moving on out.



Piano Bar



There was a pretty good singing guitar player in here but aside from us and a female admirer the place was totally empty. I hope it was because it was so early because it seemed like a very nice place and the bartender was friendly enough. It must be pretty frustrating to have to play and sing your heart out to an empty place. We did put a nice tip in his jar to help keep his spirits up.

I had a shot of tequila, Herradura reposada, my new favorite, with a Pacifico chaser at the bar.



I have been practicing pronouncing Herradura so I only get a puzzled look about half the time when I order it. It takes awhile to figure out how to roll your “R”s.

Roxy



Well it took me long enough to get back here this year. You may remember that this was the last bar that I hit on my twelve bar march last year. The sign has changed but not much else. Still a great late nice place to pop into for a few drinks and to listen to some decent music. You can dance your heart out too.

We just had a couple of beers (and another Herrandura for me then headed on home after a nice night on the town.



They had a new line of tee-shirts so I felt compelled to add to my collection.



Maybe next year we will get to a few more art galleries.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

A Little Heinie



I thought today I would write about a beer instead of a bar. I was contacted by a representative of Hass MS&L, a public relations firm that has Heineken as one of their clients. They asked me if I would do a post on my blog for a new beer if they sent me a sample. Well, those of you who have been following this blog know that I couldn’t turn down a deal like that. I mean after all, free beer that arrives in the mail. What could be better.

As it turned out the new beer is Heineken Premium Light, a “new imported light beer, brewed specifically with light beer drinkers in mind…” They say it “offers an extraordinary smooth and light taste experience with all the premium cachet of a Heineken.”

Now, I must admit that I am not really a fan of light beers and seldom drink even the run-of-the-mill domestic lagers due to their lack of any real taste. Perhaps because I have just returned from Mexico where I pretty much drank nothing but Corona and Pacifico, which are also fairly light beers, the Heineken Premium Light didn’t taste too bad. It does have a bit of the Heineken flavor to it but, like all light beers, has a bit of a water back-taste as well. Still, if one is bound and determined to have a light beer, this one is as good as any and better than most. I guess a lot of people do like light beer because it currently accounts for almost 50% of the total volume sold within the United States beer market. I guess that accounts for why Heineken is jumping into it.

Be sure you notice the new slimmer and taller bottle with the vertical logo on the label, makes you feel a bit thinner just looking at it. The packages have silver as the dominant color to suggest both premium and light. Clever, aren’t they.

I won’t be making Heineken Premium Light my beer of choice, but that is because my personal taste runs to the heavier, more robust flavored lagers and ales and on into the porters and stouts. Still, if I was participating in one of those strenuous athletic events such as softball, golf, fishing, or bowling where you are expected to dump down a six-pack or two, this might make a decent brew to quaff.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

A Few Favorites

I decided to revisit a couple of my favorite bars today in the area close to where I live. The first one is a small place with now name out front. As you may recall, last year I found out that the name of this place is La Gloria de Infierno or The Glory of Hell.

La Gloria de Infierno


It sounds much worse than it is. It is actually just a small place with a couple of tables and a cement bar in the back. You don’t see many tourists in here, in fact I have never seen any except me and whoever I come in with.

Gringos Having A Few Belts and Beers


Last year the crowd was a bit surly, but this year they seemed friendly enough. The bartender is always friendly, but I suspect that is because we actually pay for our drinks and leave tips as well. He honored our presence with a bowl of free peanuts.

They had really neat shot glasses in here although shot glasses might be a misnomer; they hold much more than a shot. Big and heavy and the bartender poured with a heavy hand. My friend Sandy asked if we could buy a couple and the bartender sold us three of them for 20 pesos each.

We had a couple of beers and a couple of “shots” of tequila in here and then headed to another favorite of mine a couple of blocks away.

Currently Rojan


This one is now Rojan, but it has had a number of different names over the years. The first time I came here it was the Corner Bar. It was the first bar that I visited, many years ago, on the south side of Rio Cuale where I now reside while I am here. At that time there was almost nothing over here in terms of places for tourists, it really was out of the way. Now it is jumping although still not as built up as the other side of the river.

One night, before I moved into this area, a couple of buddies and I hit this bar late at night at found out that it had become a gay bar for Mexicans, and a bit of a rough one at that, think cowboys in leather. And this was way before Brokeback Mountain, which is actually about gay shepherds, not cowboys. It seems like every year the name of the place changes and there is a shift in the clientele. It isn’t exactly a touristy place, but it really isn’t a place for locals either. Kind of dead during the day but it livens up at night when they sometimes have live music.

The décor of the bar hasn’t changed much over the years except there is no longer a woman who makes tacos. They have added a pool table and you can shoot for free, at least during the day. When we stopped in there in mid-afternoon there was only one other customer, a local. The bartender was really friendly though and we ingested a few more tequilas than were probably good for us, but what else is new.

Bar Man And The Gang Overindulging


The bartender actually gave us a shot glass for some reason. They get them for free from the liquor distributors anyway and I am sure plenty of them get stolen. I doubt if anyone would try to steal one from La Gloria de Infierno though, I know I wouldn’t try.

We hit a few more places during the day including a pool hall where we had a couple of beers, but these were my favorites and I thought I would share them with you. I forgot the recharger for my new camera, a Kodak V550, and it doesn't take regular batteries so unless I find a place that sells the battery it takes or find someone with the same camera and a recharging cable I am done taking pictures this year. Of course I also left my old camera at home so I don't even have a backup. Now you know why I don't do this as a profession.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Bruce's Hairy Ass

No, no, not really. It is really Bucerias. I went out there last year, you may recall and the trip was pretty much the same except the local bus that takes you to where you get the bus to the town has raised the fare to 4.5 pesos, or about forty cents. Then about another 95 cents to get you to Bucerias. Well worth the money for a bit of an adventure.

There are a lot of little stalls with vendors selling just about the same stuff you can get in Puerto Vallarta, some of it cheaper, some of it not as cheap. A lot depends upon how much time you are willing to spend bargaining with them. For example, a friend of ours who just came back from China bought some bracelets while she was there for ninety cents. The offering price from a vendor who had the exact same bracelets was 200 pesos or about 18 dollars. Spend enough time and you might get the price down to 20 pesos.

Well, after a long bus ride my buddy Rico and I were a bit thirsty so we decided to head to a bar on the beach for a few beers while the women did some shopping. The first bar we came to was Andriano's, and it suited us just fine.

Andriano's




After a bit they joined us so we all sat and enjoyed the sun, the surf, and the suds.

The Crew Enjoying Our Surf, Sun, and Suds


The bartender was from Canada and just came down to Mexico in the winter. I would stop in at the bars and if a bartender didn’t show up for work, not an uncommon occurrence I gather, he would fill in for him. Not a bad deal, it paid for his beers he said.

After we finished our beers we headed to my favorite restaurant in Bucerias, Dongarel Plays. I think that is phonetic for “Doagarel Place.” I usually just call this the slanty place because as you look at it from the sidewalk it appears that the deck is, indeed, slanty.

The Slanty Place


We were going to meet some friends of ours, Steve and Allison, for lunch but they couldn’t make it because Allison had to pick her sister up from the airport. It didn’t affect our appetites at all and we all tucked into our meals and had a great time.



There was a stiff wind blowing which was nice because the one drawback of this place is that sometimes a lot of flies like to join you for lunch. There were none this year.

After our meal we headed back into town. The bus back goes in further than where you pick up the one coming out so we rode it to the end where it pulls into the bus depot. It was still a bit of a hike back to our place but we decided we could use the exercise. Of course we couldn’t make it all the way back without at least one stop. We passed by New Dollar Bills and it was open. In years past I have never seen this place open for business, either because it opens late or because it was just closed for some reason. I guess the fact that it is now “New” Dollar Bills means that it has new management and actually is open for business during the day. It was even open in the morning when we were heading out.

New Dollar's Bar


It is just your typical small Mexican bar that is kind of dark and a good place for a beer, which is what Rico and I decided to have, with Elvis looking on.



A fun day and we got back in time for sunset drinks out by the pool at our Playa del Sol where I have my place. It overlooks Playa Los Muertos or, in English, either Beach of The Dead or Dead Man’s Beach, depending upon who you ask.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Bruce's Back Alley Bistro

Bruce's Back Alley Bistro


Given that I was with my friend, Bruce, it was a no-brainer to stop in here. And they had a real bar where I had a real drink, a Bar Man's drink, a Perfect Manhattan, straight up. Now you don't know how hard those are to get here in Mexico, especially one that is made well, and these were. Just the concept of getting anything straight up is hard to get across. If you tell most bartenders here that you don't want your drink over ice-cubes, just shaken with ice you either get it completely warm, no ice at all, or barely shaken, which is just as bad if not worse. Well these were done just the way they are supposed to be. And when I said I wanted a Perfect Martini I didn't have to explain how to make it either. Now I will have to admit, they had no bitters, but I wasn't about to complain.

Bar Man and Bruce Enjoying Our Manhattans


Despite the use of the term "Back Alley" in their name, there is nothing back alley about this place. It is quite nicely decorated and their menu is really good if you like steaks and chops. Now it is not an inexpensive restaurant, not by any stretch of the imagination. The 10 ounce rib eye was 280 pesos which is pretty close to $28 USD. But it was worth it. Perfectly done the way I like it, medium rare, and a very generous 10 ounces. The owner, Bruce, said they age their meat on the premises. They had an excellent selection of wines to accompany the meal and we accepted the waiter/bartender's recommendation of a lush red to go with our steaks. I wish I had thought to write down the name. If I go back I will make a point of getting it.

Bruce, MCW and Donna Looking Happy With Bruce's


Bruce, as it turned out, had been adopted by Chinese parents and spent his youth in Hong Kong although he is Canadian. I would have liked to chat with him more about his life but, as you can imagine, being the owner, chef, and host, he was a bit busy. He and the Mysterious Chinese Woman tried to talk a bit but they spoke different dialects so they really couldn't understand each other all that well. And that was in English (just kidding).

They offer a sampler plate here but it is quite expensive, about $45 USD and everyone at the table has to order it. He said that was mostly due to the lamb that they import from New Zealand and it is quite expensive to get it here in Mexico. I guess that is why you seldom see it on a menu. To Bruce's credit, he didn't encourage us to order the sampler plate. He said the first time you visit you should just order off the menu to make sure you like the food enough to spring for the "big one." Well, I liked the food enough to do so and if I visit again may very well do so.

Bruce's Alley has only been open a few weeks and it is a bit different for Puerto Vallarta. More expensive than most restaurants and more upscale food, reminiscent of a New York steakhouse. I hope it does well for no other reason than they serve a damn fine drink at their bar.

After dinner we toddled back to our place and my friend Bruce and I repaired to our balcony to enjoy an after dinner cigars and a sherry that I bought in Spain and brought down just for occasions like this.

Bruce And Bar Man Enjoying Our Cigars And Sherry


Tonight was Bruce and Donna's last night in Puerto Vallarta, at least for this year, but I think we made it a good one.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Encante en Rio

Encante


Well, Encante is not actually on the river, but it is across the street from the Rio Cuale that runs through the center of Puerto Vallarta. The restuarant is a bit off the beaten path and is in a largely residential neighborhood on the south side of the river. The houses that line the river have a dirt road on one side and chickens and dogs run around freely. The little kids are a bit more closely supervised, but they run around quite a bit too. You don't have to roam too far from the center of town and the hotels and restaurants that line the bay and the mountains above to find remnants of the old Mexico. I find that comforting because that means places like the Blue Whale will continue to flourish.

There wasn't a bar in here, but then I am no longer on my quest so I can kick back a bit and just enjoy a dinner with friends on occasion. And it was a very good dinner indeed. Both my friend Donna and the Mysterious Chinese Woman had shrimp and they were very happy with their choices.

My Friend Donna Anticipating Her Meal


The coconut shrimp came piled high on skewers stuck into a thick slice of baked pineaple.

Coconut Shrimp Piled High


The Mysterious Chinese Woman seemed more interested in her drink than her meal. But then I think her drink was bigger than her meal.

Mysterious Chinese Woman and her Big Drink


I had a delicious cut of pork with an orange glaze on a bed of, in my opinion, slightly over-cooked vegetables. But the pork was so good there really was no reason to complain.

Nobody complained about their meal and we all agreed we would return again, although probably not until next year because everyone but me and the Mysterious Chinese Woman are leaving soon. I may return, however, and bring along friends who will be joining us in a week or so. The place was nice and cool and painted in shades of mint green. Nice lamps, mirrors, and a kind of garden scene against the back wall made this small place a refreshing stop.

The Whole Gang, Donna, Bar Man, MCW, Chris and Bruce


The owner of the restaurant was very pleasant and chatted with us a bit. She pointed out a very small, looks like it is in someone's living room, restaurant across the street where she said she sometimes eats. If that wouldn't be authentic Mexican food there is no such thing. Looks like it would be a small step up from the taco stands on the street that I like so much. And boy, are those stands busy at night. We passed a whole block of them all full of Mexican families having dinner out. If I hadn't already eaten I would have happily joined them.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Off To Mexico

Yesterday the Mysterious Chinese Woman and I headed off to Mexico. Took a cab out to JFK, thank goodness the snow had melted, and after checking in headed to a nice, and relatively new bar at what looks to be a new terminal.

The Greenwich Village Bistro


A nice cheery place with drinks that weren't over the top in price. I had a draft Sam Adams in their super-sized 22 ounce glass.



Perhaps a bit of a brighter place than I would have preferred, but quite cheery. It is in a food court setting so you feel a bit like you are drinking in a shopping mall.

We caught our plane and got to Mexico City with no problem but then we ran into a bit of a snag. They changed the procedures this year so that now you cleared customs and immigration after you got to Puerto Vallarta. In the past you had to retrieve your bags in Mexico City, clear customs and immigration, then recheck you bags before boarding your connecting flight. Well this would have been great, if they had told you about the change in advance.

We got off the plane in Mexico City and, as usual, there was nobody around to actually give you any instructions. We did as we normally did, followed the crowd and went down to immigration and customs. By the time we cleared that we had missed our connecting flight so we had to spend the night in Mexico City. This might have been fun except that it was after midnight before we got everything straightened out and got rebooked for the next day. About all we did was hit the airport hotel, quite a nice but also expensive place, and crash.

Of course when we were getting our tickets sorted out we were told that they couldn't understand how we missed our connection because nobody else had missed it. Then next day though we did run into other people who had missed the connection for the very same reason, nobody had told them about the change in procedures.

Everything is well that ends well, I guess. Aside from absorbing the cost of the hotel room and not getting into Puerto Vallarta until about 3:00 P.M. on today instead of late last night all was well. Our bags were waiting for us at the Puerto Vallarta airport so we just picked them up and jumped into a cab.

I will be posting occasionally from Puerto Vallarta so stay tuned if you are so inclined. The weather here is great and there are, as many of you know, plenty of bars and restaurants.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Bad Valentine

Not My Idea Of A Romantic Valentine's Day Dinner


I wasn't going to post a new blog until I got to Mexico but I had such a bad experience at dinner, a dinner that I had looked forward to, that I feel compelled to write about it.

As you may recall, before I went to Marty Markowitz's inauguration I stopped into Thomas Biesel for a beer. I really liked the looks of the place, old world charm and all that, so I made reservations to have my Valentine's Day dinner there. I hate to say it but I have never been so disappointed in a dining experience in my life.

For starters, when I made my reservation I specifically asked if, in addition to any specials they might offer, they would still have their regular menu available. I was told that the specials would be in addition to the menu, not a replacement. I even asked, specifically, if the pig cheeks would be available and I, again, was told "Yes, of course," because it was one of their specialties.

Okay, so we get there a bit before 8:00 P.M., the time we had reserved. We found that they had, shall I say, an uninspired prix fixe menu and then I was told that their normal menu was not available. Now when I say uninspired I mean uninspired. I ordered the steak tartar for an appetizer and it was terrible. The flavor was okay but if you throw enough salt, pepper, and garlic into anything you can make it taste okay. But the meat was ground, it was mushy, it was disgusting. This is not a difficult dish to make but they totally botched it. On top of that it took a long time to get it. Now the Mysterious Chinese Woman ordered a salad and my dish doesn't require cooking and the place was pretty empty. Why the hold-up, I do not know.

The main course took even longer to arrive and it was as bad if not worse. I opted for the meatloaf and if they actually cooked it in their own kitchen the cook should be shot. I would bet my bottom dollar they had it delivered. Again, the meat was mush and it was less flavorful than the steak tartar. The Mysterious Chinese Woman ordered a pork chop and I was suspicious right away when they didn't even ask her how she wanted it prepared. It came out grossly overdone and had almost no flavor. The vegetables that accompanied our meals consisted of some limp greens and mashed potatoes that I am sure came out of an envelope.

To make matters worse, a table of people who came in about an hour after us did get to order off the menu. When I asked the waiter about this he said that they had to "move" the specials before the kitchen could prepare the regular meals. What a way to treat a customer.

The only bright spots were the staff and drinks. The waiter almost seemed embarrassed by what was going on and kept coming by to see if everything was "alright." Of course it wasn't but there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The drinks, Bombay martinis for me, were fine though but the complimentary glasses of "champagne" you got were sweet, warm, and the champagne probably went for about $5 a bottle. I did get a complimentary martini and glass of port with an espresso which would have been appreciated it it didn't appear to just be a way to compensate for the rest of the meal. I really do feel badly for the staff because this fiasco must have been a "management" decision.

All and all it was a memorable night but for all the wrong reasons. The cask conditioned ale I had at Brazen Head on the way to the restaurant was, by far, the best part of the evening. And the cheese plate the Mysterious Chinese Woman prepared for lunch (she went to a local cheese shop and had them put together a selection of "stinky" cheeses for me) and bottle of Cava, Sumarroca, was inspirational.

Even though I really wanted to try the pig cheeks at this place, I simply do not think I can bring myself to return here. You would have thought a Viennese restaurant would have gone out of their way to make Valentine's Day a romantic adventure.

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Monday, February 13, 2006

Oh No ! ! Not BoCoCa ! !

I went to Pete’s Waterfront Ale House this evening to have my picture taken for the review I wrote for The Brooklynite. I wasn’t expecting it to be such a big deal. I figured somebody would show up with a camera and snap off a few photos and that would be all. It turned out to be a much bigger deal than I had expected. I am not quite sure if I was ready for my close-up.

My Close-Up


My brother-in-law Jim showed up to observe the hoopla and have a drink or two. Somehow the conversation at our end of the bar got around to the practice of giving neighborhoods cute names, usually by a developer who is trying to get higher prices. Of course New York, and especially Manhattan, has had its share of these cute names for quite awhile, NoHo and SoHo for, respectively North of Houston and South of Houston, and Tribeca for the triangle below Canal. They have been around so long they feel almost normal. Changing existing names kind of gets on my nerves though, like trying to change Hell’s Kitchen to Clinton. Even worse, in my opinion, is coming up with these cute acronyms.

One of the worst examples is in Brooklyn where a developer seems to have successfully changed the name of Vinegar Hill to Dumbo for Down Under the Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridge Overpass. Now that is just stupid. On top of that, for awhile they had a picture of a large elephant painted on the side of a building where you couldn’t miss it if you were driving over the Brooklyn Bridge. Note: nobody has ever called it the Brooklyn Bridge Overpass.

Of course the name Vinegar Hill was also the result of a developer who named it that in 1800 in an attempt to attract Irish immigrants. Vinegar Hill is a rough English translation of the Gaelic term for “hill of the wood of the berries” where a battle in the Irish rebellion was fought in 1798. It must have worked because another name for the area was Irish Town and it was known as a rough and tumble neighborhood of bars, brothels, and gambling dens.

Now I live in Downtown Brooklyn and I don’t intend to ever call it anything else. I like the sound of the name. Much to my dismay though there is now an attempt to rename the neighborhood BoCoCa, short for Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill, and Carroll Gardens, three somewhat adjacent neighborhoods. BoCoCa, now that is just ridiculous. It makes it sound like we are in Miami Beach or something. Instead of wearing black people will probably start wearing Bermuda shorts and Hawaiian shirts. Of course Jim, once he realized how much I disliked the name, insisted on using it at every opportunity and proceeded to tell everyone how much he liked it.

Jim, The Provocateur


Luckily there was a nice couple next to me with whom I could have a reasonable conversation.

The Nice Couple John and Lisa


We talked about beers and bars and things like that while Jim continued to try to market BoCoCa to anyone who would listen.

As usual at Pete’s I had a couple of interesting beers that I had never had before. One was Lump of Coal, a Russian Imperial Stout brewed by Hepworth in England. The other was Mogul Madness brewed by Rogue in Oregon. They were both very good, quite dark. The Lump of Coal was kind of like a dry Guinness while the Mogul Madness was a bit sweeter with more malt. I finished the night off with a Maker’s Mark Manhattan just to verify my comment yesterday that they did indeed make a decent cocktail. Research, strictly research. By the way, they do make a decent cocktail.

Pete's Waterfront Ale House



I had to steal this picture from Pete's website because there has been scaffolding up in front of the building for about a year now and I haven't been able to take a good picture myself.

Just thought I would post this because I am going to be there tonight to have my picture taken to accompany a review I wrote for The Brooklynite, a quarterly magazine that comes out in my neighborhood. They asked me to write a short, very, very short review of my favorite Brooklyn bar and Pete's was it.

Why is Pete's my favorite? Well, there are a lot of bars in my neighborhood that I like, but I have been going to Pete's the longest. I started going there when they were across the street where Last Exit is now. When they moved it was to a larger place but they managed to keep it looking and, more importantly, feeling just about the same. They have a great selection of beers, both bottled and draft, and they rotate the selections often enough so that you can always find something new and interesting to try, everything from Ebulum Elderberry Black Ale from Scotland (the last time I was there) to local favorites from Brooklyn Brewery. If you aren't sure what you want just ask one of the bartenders. They tend to be pretty knowledgeable about the offerings.

Pete's claims to have warm beer and an ugly owner but I can assure you, the beer is cold. As to the owner, well you will have to stop in and judge for yourself. They do have delicious food though and it reflects Sam the manger's interest in barbecue. He has a number of trophies that he has won in various competitions on display and they sell his homemade barbecue sauce too. It is also available to put on your food along with a wide variety of other hot sauces that sit on shelves above the tables in the dining area across from the bar.

To top it all off they have a popcorn machine where you can help yourself to a free bowl to have with your beer, or Scotch, Tequila or Bourbon of which they also have a good selection. I guess you could even have one of their specialty drinks like their apple pie vodka if you are so inclined. Not exactly Bar Man's style, but during the holidays their eggnog is good. They do make decent traditional cocktails as well, but I generally focus on the beers and ales in here. Live music on Friday nights is also a treat. My favorite is the first Friday of the month when Dmitri's Black Coffee Blues Band performs.

Pete's Waterfront Ale House can be found at 155 Atlantic Avenue between Clinton and Henry Streets. You can check out their website by clicking below.

  • Saturday, February 11, 2006

    Another One Bites The Dust

    Cousins II



    I walked by Cousins II the other day only to be confronted by this sad sight. This was the sixth bar that I visited on my trek, and before I started taking pictures. Now this is the only picture that I have. I didn't really write that much about it at the time other than the fact that the owner let me have a beer an hour and a half before the place opened after I told him what I was doing. He recognized me, of course, because it was one of the bars in my neighborhood that I used to go to quite often. It will be missed.

    On the bright side, it didn't go under due to a lack of business. The owner decided to retire and sold the place to a local restauranteur for $2.6 million. I guess it was one of those offers that you could not refuse. Not a bad retirement package though. I have the vague feeling that whatever moves in won't be another sports bar offering $4 pints.

    Thursday, February 09, 2006

    Bargiornale Article

    Mr. Ballaris from the Italian monthly magazine Bargiornale (Bar, Reataurant and More) contacted me about an article that he plans to write for the March edition. He sent me a list of questions and, as I was answering them, it occured to me that several of you have asked me some of the same things. I thought I would share my answers to his questions with you. I assume this won't cut into the circulation of his magazine.


    Ten Most Curious Bars That I Have Visited

    1) La Ballena Azul (The Blue Whale)
    This is one of the few remaining authentic Mexican taverns left Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. Swinging doors lead you into a big barn of a place with just local Mexicans drinking up a storm. It is the Mexican equivalent of a dive bar if ever there was one. One of the only place I have seen an honest to goodness brawl break out, complete with flying chairs. You won’t find many tourists in this place and none stay very long. The bartender will chase the hookers and the drunks trying to hustle a drink away from your table. You can buy cigarettes one at a time from the machine on the wall and they have good spicy peanuts, compliments of the house. Pretty much a beer and a shot of tequila kind of place.

    2) Steve's Sport's Bar
    This place wouldn’t be unusual if it was in Canada, but the fact that it is Puerto Vallarta, Mexico gives it that distinction. The owner and most of the customers are Canadian and the owner is a big NASCAR fan. As a result the bar is decorated with all kinds of NASCAR memorabilia and if there is any kind of race going on it is on television. Otherwise you will find hockey and even curling. It is strange to walk in out of a hot sunny day after spending the morning on the beach to find curling on television.

    3) Paddy’s Lane
    Much like Steve’s, this wouldn’t have been too unusual if it was in either New York or Ireland. To find a real Irish bar with real Irish bartenders in Barcelona, Spain was what made it curious. There was Beatles music playing in the background and the bartenders were as friendly and as chatty as Irish bartenders tend to be. They poured excellent pints of Guinness but, unfortunately, charged prices that were more like you would find in either Ireland or New York than in Spain. In other words they were expensive.

    4) La Torre de Oro Bar Andalu
    This bar was in Madrid and had a bullfighting theme to it. A couple of things made it quite unusual though. First were the heads of bulls that were mounted on the walls, half a dozen that I counted. It turned out that these were the heads of bulls that had actually survived the bull ring by goring the bullfighter. They do not live to fight another day, they are killed and, I guess, their heads are sold and sometimes mounted. The other thing was that the walls were covered with pictures of bullfighters. This, in itself, wouldn’t be unusual in Spain. However, every picture in here was of a bullfighter in the process of being gored, carried out of the ring, or in the hospital.

    5) Trailer Park
    Back on Manhattan is this place that looks like, well, I am not sure. Just a narrow place that you can’t miss if you walk by, kind of a pale green with a beat-up old sign, pink flamingos, and a mannequin of mini-skirted woman out front. The inside has more pink flamingos, Elvis on black velvet pictures, a bowling ball return that serves as a table, and an actual trailer against one wall. More mannequins inside, including one of an obviously pregnant woman, lights all over the place and covers of National Enquirer magazines grace the walls. You could spend an entire afternoon in here just looking at all the stuff they have packed in here.

    6) Siberia
    You have to know where this place is in order to find it. There is just a banged up metal door with a red light above it with no sign. Walk inside and you are inside a cavernous bar with, shall we say, minimal décor. The bar looks like it is made of plywood and is covered with cigarette burns. There is an orange Harley Davidson permanently parked inside, a Playboy pinball machine and a photo-booth. The walls are covered with Japanese anime style art by a local artist. You want to avoid the bathroom if you can. Hanging on the wall is a toilet bowl with a blow-up doll that looks like she is barfing into it. Pretty much a beer and a shot place.

    7) Holland Bar
    This is pretty much a run-of-the-mill dive bar. It is a really narrow place with just enough room for the bar, stools, and a row of people standing behind the stools. The place is usually packed and the people are friendly enough. What makes this place unusual is the urn containing the ashes of a former patron named Charlie that occupies a place of honor above the bar. The bartender also goes by the name of Doctor Bill and will give you a note on what looks like a prescription slip excusing you from work the next day.

    8) Jimmy’s Corner
    Right in Times Square this place is owned by Jimmy Glenn who boxed professionally and still is active as a trainer. The walls are covered with aging photographs of fighters and other memorabilia that has been accumulated over the years. The surface of the bar is covered with a decoupage of newspaper photos and other pictures of boxers. This is another place where you can spend a lot of time just looking at everything and talking to the bartender about it all.

    9) St. Andrew’s
    You find all kinds of Irish bars in New York, but this is the only Scottish pub that I have run into. The bartenders wear kilts and your initial reaction might be that this is a bit of a tourist trap. It isn’t though. They have a great selection of bottled and draft beers and, as you can imagine, a large selection of single malt Scotches including many that I had never heard of before, Scapa, Springbank, and Bruishladdich for example. They have a nice collection of drink-related books and lots of drink related conversations going on at the bar. The place was quite nicely decorated to capture the essence of a real Scottish pub.

    10) Montero’s Bar
    One of the few remaining old waterfront bars located on, appropriately enough, Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn. They used to have a parrot in here when I first started frequenting the place but it died, probably of second-hand smoke before they passed the no smoking law. I have seen everything in here from a bare-chested Indian chanting at the bar to a man who claimed to have a sawdust filled leg. The bar has been in the same family forever and Pillar Montero, still sharp as a tack at 85, sits at her spot drinking white wine and reading the papers. And she knows more about sports than you do.

    The Most Efficient Barman

    This is a hard one to answer because most bartenders, at least in New York and most large cities, have to be efficient in order to survive. In fact I am generally in awe at how efficient they are. Now this doesn’t mean that they are all knowledgeable about how to make certain drinks, but that is a different issue. I find that there are fewer and fewer bartenders that have a grasp on how to make the classic cocktails such as a Manhattan or a Sidecar. Particularly I take issue with the failure to use bitters, a key ingredient in many drinks. I have even had bartenders claim that bitters is not an ingredient in a Manhattan and then, when I point out a recipe in a book that calls for it, they claim that their customers prefer the drink without the bitters. I ask them how they would know if they never prepared one that included bitters. On the other hand, more and more bartenders have gotten caught up in developing new and more exotic cocktails because they now think that is what their customers want.

    The Most Interesting Cocktail Menu

    Interesting to me may not be what is interesting to everyone. I prefer the old classic cocktails so two places come to mind. First is Flatiron Lounge, named after the Flatiron Building and the surrounding area in Manhattan. There is a lot of dark wood and wrought iron along with banquettes for lounging. The bar is art deco style and is supposed to have come from the Manhattan Ballroom. You walk through a yellow lit tunnel lined with barstools to get to the bar proper, kind of a futuristic Blade Runner approach to a classic old bar. The overhead lights are a bit futuristic looking too and the bar stools have black cushions. The red leather banquettes are along the sparkly blue and silver opposite the bar. Classic cabinetry behind the bar that is lit up in yellowish lights. If you love classic cocktails, this is the place to go. Remember I mentioned bitters, this place has at least four kinds. They offer flights of cocktails, three relatively, but still decent sized cocktails served on a silver tray. They know how to make drinks such as a Ward Eight and a Sidecar the way they should be made.

    The second place is Brooklyn Social in, Brooklyn. It is this former prohibition era speakeasy and subsequent Italian social club that doesn’t look like it has changed much over the years. Narrow and dark and easy to walk by. Dark wood paneling lines the bottom half of the wall with yellowish cream colored plaster walls above. A few benches with black seats are tucked into three corners and black round tables with a single wooden chair each sit in front of two of them. Old photos of what looks like former club members adorn the walls They make both classic and not-so-classic drinks here. In fact they had fresh rosemary on the bar that they used in a drink they called an Almalfi. They also made the classics suck as a Brooklyn, made with straight rye whiskey, orange brandy, and a dash of bitters.

    The Most Strange Cocktail

    At a bar in Puerto Vallarta named de Santo’s my wife ordered a chocolate martini. Now I have tasted these when they have been made right and they can be quite good. This place made one that was basically gin shaken with ice with a squirt of Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup squirted into it. The syrup simply coagulated into a lump on the bottom of the glass. When I complained about it I was told that that was the way they made them here. Strange and strangely horrible. On top of that it was expensive, $9.00 American.

    Most Interesting Bar Design

    I guess I will have to refer back to Trailer Park. The design of the place is what made it an interesting bar.

    How I Picked My Bars

    I have lived in New York for about twenty-five years, both in Manhattan and Brooklyn, so I was familiar with hundreds of bars. I also used the internet to research bars in neighborhoods that I wasn’t familiar with and relied on Jimmy’s Best New York Irish Pub Guide, an excellent list of classy Irish pubs complete with a map showing you where they are. Because there are so many bars in New York once I found one bar it was easy to just walk around an find more. In Mexico and Spain I pretty much just walked around looking for bars and, again, because there are so many, had no problem finding plenty in which to have a drink. Also, once in a bar I would simply ask the bartender and customers to recommend other bars.

    How Did I Visit Them; How Did I Travel

    The vast majority of the bars that I visited were in New York. Many I could just walk to from where I live in Downtown Brooklyn. I also used the subway extensively. The subway also got me around in Spain, where they have an excellent subway system. In Mexico I pretty much just walked or, on occasion, took a bus to a small town.

    Did I Use Evaluation Cards

    I carried recipe cards along with me. I found that one recipe card, front and back, held just about the amount of information that I could reasonably post on my blog. I didn’t really evaluate bars as much as I tried to capture enough of the flavor of the bar so someone who read my blog and then walked into the place would say “Yep, this is the way he said it was.” If there was something particularly good or bad about a place I would make a note of it though. Good usually was a friendly bartender, interesting décor, great drinks, or friendly customers. Bad was almost always an indifferent bartender and poorly made drinks.

    Difficulties In Joining Other Customers

    I really didn’t experience many difficulties in joining in with other customers. I visited most of my bars during the day when there tend to be fewer customers and they tend to be regulars. Generally it was easy enough to engage them in conversation. The bartender was often key to this, but most bartenders are, by nature, friendly and conversational. Once people found out about my quest to visit 1000 bars in a year it was really easy talk to them. Of course you did find the neighborhood bars where anyone other than a regular wasn’t welcome and you realized that very quickly. These were usually the ones with an older clientele and, often enough, a bit of illegal activity going on, either smoking (against the law in New York now) or a bit of bookie action. This was a fairly rare exception though. Even in Spain and Mexico I had little problems communicating and conversing. I guess I am naturally converational.

    Best Happy Hour

    Lots of good happy hours in New York bars but $2 draft beers at Angry Wade’s in Brooklyn rates as one of my favorites because I like the place and it is close to where I live. At Rolf’s, in Manhattan, the drink prices aren’t all that great during happy hour but they put out trays of little sandwiches that are simply fantastic.

    Best Cocktails

    I would have to go with Flatiron Lounge for the best all around cocktails. I am a big Margarita fan though, and it has to be made right, fresh lime juice and absolutely no pre-made mix. For those I can recommend Mesa Grill and La Palapa Rockola, both in Manhattan. La Palapa Rockola was really great. The bartender’s name was Margarite, how perfect was that. She made a great margarita and mixed chili powder with the salt to rim the glass to give it a real kick. When I told her how much I liked it she whipped me up samples of a frozen hibiscus margarita and a ginger and blood orange margarita. They were both great as well.

    Most Expensive Cocktail

    In New York cocktails tend to be on the expensive side with the price escalating with the supposed classiness of the establishment. I think the most I paid for a drink was a $14 Bombay Martini in a few places. The most over-priced drinks that I had were a Dewar’s and Soda at a T.G.I. Friday’s in Brooklyn where I was charged $9.78 and they added the tax on top of that to make it an even $10.50. That was, in my opinion, outrageous. Another rip-off was the $10 house Margarita at Back Porch in Manhattan. Syrupy and with no discernable taste of tequila. I was gratified to see it go out of business and be replaced with a Caliente Cab Co.

    My Profile

    I am 61 years old but started my journey through a 1000 bars when I was 60. I retired from the computer consulting business at 55 after starting my own sub-contracting firm. I was born in Minneapolis, Minnesota and have traveled around quite a bit and lived in a number of different places including Boston, Massachusetts and Louisville, Kentucky. I also traveled and stayed temporarily in lots of places due to the nature of my work. These included places such as Plymouth, Michigan, Hartford, Connecticut, Atlanta, Georgia, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Washington, D.C., and more. I guess, because I traveled around a lot, I developed a skill in striking up conversations with strangers and an affinity for bars where it was easy to meet people.

    I had done a few related activities prior to this. For example I once took a motorcycle trip with a friend from Minneapolis to Toronto, Canada where we tried to have a drink in 100 different bars. We only managed to hit 77 and yes, I know it was a foolish thing to do and I would never repeat it. A friend and I also put together a Bar Trek where the objective was to hit 26 bars in a single day. In the five years that we ran it only two people successfully completed the circuit.

    It just kind of occurred to me one day that visiting 1000 bars in a single year would be something that I could do but would be hard enough to pose a real challenge. I also had never heard of anyone who had done such a thing. I know of one person who is now attempting it, but nobody has ever come forward to claim that they have done it. After talking to a few of my friends about this and, by and large, being told I was crazy, I decided to just do it. I started on New Years day with the encouragement of my brother-in-law Jim and the rest is history. Needless to say I have been overwhelmed with the interest in what I have done. It started out as a lark and the blog was more or less a way for me to keep track of what I was doing. I could never have imagined that it would become so popular.

    Wednesday, February 01, 2006

    Birthday Dinner



    It was the Mysterious Chinese Woman’s birthday today so I decided to take her to a restaurant in our neighborhood that we had been talking about for awhile. Saul. It is on Smith Street, also known as Restaurant Row. The address is 140 Smith Street and some of you more observant readers of this blog may realize it is right next door to Apt. 138 that I visited way back on January 30th last year.

    The restaurant is named after Chef Saul Bolton and has been around since 1999, which makes it a bit of a pioneer in this area. Mr. Bolton used to work at le Bernardin and the food here is excellent. I had a delicious meal with an entrée of a lamb sampler plate. Lamb seems to be one of their specialties. The Mysterious Chinese Woman loved her smoky seafood soup but claimed her mother made better squab. Of course her equally Mysterious Mother is an excellent cook. Her pig’s feet in a ginger sauce with hardboiled eggs are to die for.

    But, I digress. The décor is understated with hardwood floors, pale yellow walls with some sections of exposed brick. The ceiling is pressed tin. The wooden Venetian blinds in the front window gives this a bit of a library feel. It is a small place, only seating about 50 people. It was pretty much packed by the time we left. The bar is just a small, standing room only thing with a nice looking wooden bar back.

    Bar Man At, Where Else, The Bar


    The staff here was very pleasant. I ordered a bottle of excellent Alsatian Riesling thinking I was going to have fish. When the waiter announced the specials, which included the lamb, I said I should have waited and ordered a bottle of red wine. I said I would have a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon when the entrée arrived. The waiter delivered it and said it was on the house because he should have told us the specials before taking my wine order. The Mysterious Chinese Woman was pleased though because she prefers white wine, and it was a very good one.

    I had a cheese plate and a glass of port for dessert and for the price, $12, it was one of the best cheese plates I have ever had. Generous portions of six nice cheeses including one that was the color of a ripe tomato. I should have taken this picture before I tucked into it with such gusto.

    Well Nibbled Cheese


    Laurent was the waiter who took such good care of us, but the whole staff was most friendly and I can recommend Saul without hesitation. Everyone there seemed to be enjoying themselves.

    Laurent The Friendly Waiter
    (refers to himself as Empereur)

    Friday, January 27, 2006

    Marty's Party

    Well today was the big day. Marty Markowitz's second inaugural celebration. Hey, anytime I can score free food and drinks I am there. Plus I was actually honored for being a Brooklyn character. I was in some pretty good company too, company that ranged from a couple of sanitation workers who saved someone's life to a Muslim cab driver who returned a suitcase full of diamonds to a Hasidic jewelry dealer. But the affair didn't start until 6:00 P.M. and so I had time to stop in for a beer at a neat place, Thomas Biesel, in the neighborhood.



    Thomas Biesel is located at 25 Lafayette Avenue in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. It has a small old wooden bar with a silver foot rail tucked into a corner of a small Viennese restaurant. The pork cheeks with caraway seeds, sauerkraut and sevietten knodel (dumplings) looked tasty. There was a silver T shaped beer station with five mysterious black handles. No domestic beers were being poured and there was no American Budweiser available. Just good stuff.

    Bar Man Enjoying His Beer


    There was a nice bar back of old wood, glass shelves and mirrors. Somewhat bulging pale orange tube shaped lights hang over the bar and milk glass old fashioned lights hang over the small dining area that have a few tables with white cloth tablecloths. There are a lot of metal signs hanging on the walls but they are all in German so I have no idea what they said. One was obviously for a beer though, Ottogringer Bier.

    The walls were a combination of pale yellow and dark wood paneling. Blackboards and mirrors with dinner specials and there wine and beer selections also hang on the walls. This place advertises itself as a bistro bar with a beer garden but the beer garden is just a sidewalk seating area, open air in the summer and enclosed during the winter. The Brooklyn Opera House is right across the street and they do a good business before the performances. The Opera House across the street does add a bit to the Viennese atmosphere. Candles on the bar, the soft lights, the old world ambience all combine to give off a romantic aura. I made reservations to take the Mysterious Chinese Woman here for Valentine's day. You may recall that last year I missed it because I was getting sloshed on Margarita's at Radio Mexico.

    After downing a delicious draft Gosser I headed over to the Brooklyn Technical High School for the big event.



    The place was packed and fairly disorganized in terms of crowd control. A bit of bedlam with everyone trying to sign in. I got a VIP pass because I was being mentioned in Marty's speech so that meant I, along with a couple hundred other VIPs were squeezed into a narrow hall way that was made even narrower by tables of buffet food, small round tables, and, happily, a bar. Even though it was packed, and I do mean packed, I managed to check our coats, grab a couple of snacks, and a couple of glasses of decent red wine. Their was no hard liquor or beer, but a really nice selection of wines.

    After noshing a bit I headed into the main event where I got to see Mayor Bloomberg swear in Marty. I have come to the conclusion that being short, Jewish, kind of cute, and funny are real assets when it comes to running for political office in New York.

    Mayor Bloomberg


    The two State Senators, The Honorable Charles Schumer and The Honorable Hillary Clinton also made brief appearances. Schumer was the funny too. Hillary tried to be, but she just isn't naturally funny.

    The Honorable Hillary Clinton and Borough President Marty


    They had a lot of entertainment and Cousin Brucie, a Brooklyn native, although he has moved away, was the MC.



    I must confess I left a bit early but got tied up in the hallway, which wasn't quite as crowded at this point, talking to people who were interested in my visits to a thousand bars. The buffet and bar were still going strong so I took advantage and had a couple more glasses of wine.

    I needed to come down a bit after this event so I stopped at Hank's Saloon on the way home and had a beer and a shot of Maker's Mark. Well, I tried to have a shot but I got talkng to another customer and the bartender about drinks. When I mentioned that I liked Maker's Mark Manhattan's the bartender, you have to love her name, Mishelle Meow, said she made great Manhattans and took what was left of my shot, added more to it and whipped me up a quite good Manhattan. No bitters and pretty powerful, but it hit the spot.

    Mishelle Meow Whipping Up A Mean Manhattan


    The entertainment here wasn't quite the same as at the inaugural celebration though.



    After all the excitement of the day I toddled off home quite satisfied with myself.