International Bar

WHO: your alkie little east village self
WHAT: getting yer drink on at one of the oldest dive bars in the East Village.
WHEN: I-Bar opens at 8am, ladies and gentlemen. Every day (except Sunday, where they open at noon). Leave your pride and sobriety at the door please and sit your ass down.
WHERE: First ave, between seventh and St. Mark's Place.
WHY: Because, sometimes you want a pour (a very, very heavy pour) o' something strong and a beer to chase it. Or perhaps just another shot to chase the first one. Whatever. No one's dealing shame here. Just good strong drinks, a no bullshit attitude, and a bunch of good-looin', half-drunk bartenders and their equally drunk patrons (not so much as equal on the looks) who will draw you into some sort of shouting match, dice game or a combination of the two. So take a load off, take a shot, sit down at the bar and just ignore the weird smell the is always floating about a foot above your head. It will go away (or you'll get drunk enough to forget about it).

HINT: One word: MOLLY. Your wonderful, always in good spirits (figuratively and literally), bar owner and fellow drinker. You'll see her around, running between I-Bar and its sister bar, Coal Yard. She will greet you with a shot, push a drink your way, and next thing you know its six forty-three in the morning and you're standing outside the McDonalds sharing a cigarette and wondering how long till I-Bar opens it doors again. (ANSWER: one hour and seventeen minutes)

I give it:

/ 10

EIGHT OUT OF TEN HAPPY BRUCE FACES