(Note: I'm posting this tonight, because there's a good chance that the power could be off tomorrow. If I don't comment back, it means that Marty After Dark is really living up to the name.)
Live, from New York, it’s Saturday Night Cheeseburger! Starring Old Town Bar and featuring the Ready for Prime Beef Player, Marty Wombacher. And now, right before a hurricane knocks the shit out of the city, please welcome your host, Old Town Bar!
It's raining out and the streets are pretty empty because the subways aren't running. Even though the bad shit isn't supposed to hit till morning, I think I'll stick close to home and go to the Chat 'N' Chew right down the block.
Can you say, "irony?" Sure, I knew that you could!
Motherfucker, it's closed! Oh well, Steak Frites is right across the street and they have a great cheeseburger.
Shit, they're closed too. Pussies!
There's Union Square Cafe down the road. I don't know if they've got cheeseburgers, but they do have a bar, let's go.
Closed! Shit, Irene's not supposed to get bad till after midnight, this is becoming a trying Cheeseburger Saturday Night!
Fuck, I hate to resort to McDonald's for a Cheeseburger Saturday Night, but I need to get his over with and go home and start drinking get ready for the storm.
Well, looks like I'm not going to resort to McDonald's, these fuckers are closed too.
I wonder if the Andy Warhol statue will ride the storm out. He is pretty frail after all!
A lot of people are taping their windows.
I don't understand how it's going to help, but whatever floats your boat.
Hold on, I think I see a beacon of hope there!
The sign is lit, but is the bar open?
Shit, there's a sign on the door, I hope it doesn't say they're closed.
Ha! I love Old Town Bar!
Not only is it open, it's packed! Let's see if we can find a seat at the bar.
No sooner do I sit down, than friendly bartender Peter serves up a beer.
The view from my perch at the bar.
A shot from the end of the bar.
People at a table in the back room.
The booth's opposite the bar are filled up.
Meanwhile back at the bar the condiments and sliverware have been placed. The cheeseburger can't be far behind.
And speak of the devil and it appears. I got a cheddar turkey burger with bacon and cole slaw.
And here's our pretty friend Lucille, who waited on us last time behind the bar with Peter.
Irene may be knocking some shit down later, but I think the Old Town Bar and it's might and massive urinals will still be standing. See you tomorrow after dark if I still have power!
Old Town Bar
45 East 18th St. (Between Broadway and Park Ave. South)
Bonus Photo By Crazy Eddie!
Crazy Eddie sent me a photo of his Hurricane Irene survival kit. Looks like he has all bases covered! Thanks for the photo Crazy Eddie!
Bonus Art From Jaws and Half Empty Glass Linkage!
Jaws sent in this Hurricane Irene Art, thanks Jaws! And check out the fine post over at the Half Empty Glass.