24 Hours: One Hot City: The Bars

There are only a few ways to survive a weekend of the Heatpocalypse, the galleries and the bars with two goals in mind:

1. Find places to sit

2. Find the air conditioner.

Via @notfortourists, we headed to West Village and The White Horse Tavern.

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The White Horse Tavern has amazing historic relevance as a meeting place for local writers, laborers, and organizers. Bob Dylan came regularly to listen to live music. Jack Kerouac was thrown out of the bar several times when he lived close by. Dylan Thomas was a regular who drank 18 shots in one night, only to die a few days later…related or not, is still in debate.


Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

The table we sat at in the Dylan Thomas Room

Suspiciously?  a dive from the outside, people keep to themselves, patrons and staff.  We had to seek out the waitress for a table and the bartender didn’t even acknowledge us. We decided to sit at a table, under the portrait of Dylan Thomas, in the Dylan Thomas Room.  I ordered a Stella. It was a light and crisp, perfect for a hot, humid day. It was like an old lover that took me back after all this time of drinking craft beers and playing Philly city snob.  I could have easily enjoyed it like water.

The bar has sizable, old wood benches, with large window fronts and dinning area looking on to the al fresco diners sitting along Hudson street. It’s great people watching from the inside out, mostly because  the bar sits at  Hudson St and 11th Ave. Rock on the jukebox, Led Zeplin, Jerry Lee Lewis, and the like playing at a tolerable level for people to tall to each other and watch the baseball game. Once we sat the staff was relatively friendly….they’ll get you what you want, bit not in a hurry to got out of their way. We had one beer and left.

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Kettle of Fish was next. Located next to the historic Stonewall Inn,  it appears as a promising bar from the street,  clean and inviting. Until you step into the bar itself. Drained locals line the bar and if you’re lucky,  a veteran drunk could be stumbling around as well.  Just don’t make eye contact, I’m suspecting he’d be more entertaining than dangerous.  Be ready for anything , especially how to play it cool. The seating area is  three couches and several tables to choose from. VERY chill atmosphere, no table service, and the music is a at the right choose of old standards to keep the vibe going . Apparently the bar hosts Green Bay Packers fans  as there was an event poster from over a year ago for a Packers event. Overall the bar is clean and inviting. Anyone can entertain themselves, there are two dart boards, a pinball machine, and classic Galaga arcade game are all in house.  The TV’s are set to the sports, per the norm of most bars… But they are on mute, which is nice . We went during the 6:00pm-7:00pm time on a Saturday and it was pleasantly slow, but don’t expect to meet and mingle, everyone keeps to themselves. Which if that’s your style, go for it….there’s nothing wrong with that.

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