Since I announced the gutting and potential demise of the Holland Bar earlier this week, a blog-o-conversation has begun on the state of the city's dive bars. Lost City gave us a list of surviving dives, to which EV Grieve added the neon-fabulous Subway Inn.
Of course, no Manhattan dive round-up would be complete without the good old Blarney Cove on East 14th.
At the Blarney Cove, old men hook their canes to the lip at the edge of the bar before taking their seats. One of those old guys says “ha-ha” and “ha-ha-ha,” not laughing, just saying "ha." And if you're lucky, you might overhear a mature lady explaining to another gray-haired fella all about her dear mother’s “nice pair of tits.”
The Cove has a rough-and-tumble reputation, but it's a friendly place. The second time I ever sat at the bar, Matty the bartender asked me if I wanted “the usual.” Since I’d only been there once before, I figured he had me confused with someone else, but he knew exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it. After my second drink, he bought me one on the house. The Cove knows how to keep their customers.
They also put out a fine Christmas spread, so pencil it in to your calendars and get ready for some holiday cheer.
What's your favorite dive?