For some reason, I found myself near Herald Square Friday evening. Enough to make anyone want to drink. Hickey's!
Of course!
So I made my way over to 33rd Street near Seventh Avenue ... to the well-worn 40-year-old bar that I'll drink in any chance that I have...
Ahhhhh!. I have no idea when this happened. Another one lost. Of course, this closure has been
rumored for years.
A few doors to the east, that suburbany-looking place called
Stoudt NYC was MOBBED. So I went into the OK-at-the-right-time Blarney Stone next door. This was NOT the right time: Pre-Knicks game crowd. So I found a slot near the front door. An array of half-finished drinks sat there on a table next to me. A woman wondered in.
I'm pretty sure she was carrying a glass of red wine in with her. She put down her wine. She started wolfing down the different drinks. Two half-empty bottles of Magners. And something that
might have been a screwdriver. She asked if that was my bottle of beer. Yes it was. She nodded, picked up her wine and walked back out the door.
I felt a little better about Hickey's
for a moment.
Read more about Hickey's at
Jeremiah's Vanishing New York .... At
A Guy Walks into 365 Bars, our friend Marty Wombacher wrote: "Hickey's is one of the last great dive bars in Manhattan. Stop by for a drink or four and let's keep this joint in existence!" You can read his recap
here.
[Top photo via
Jeremiah's Vanishing New York]
