This really does feel like a train station bar with a very mixed clientele. Long and narrow, the nice dark wood interior reminded us a bit of Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks - only with no windows - and at four feet wide, was stuffed with psychopaths and their bottle blonde molls.
Tom Waits (the hard drinker’s Shakespeare) was on the stereo and the man behind the bar looked like he meant business. This isn’t the place to ask for a cocktail. It does liquor and beer… slowly. BarChick drank something strong and settled in. The bar was meant to be based on the now defunct New York joint of the same name – we don’t know about that, but it’s definitely got a rugged charm.
Be warned: don’t take photos here, it really was almost the end of the line for BarChick´s companion when she quite innocently snapped the epically long bar. With cameras away though, we totally recommend this place.