Entries in Hurricane Irene (4)

Monday
Aug292011

August 29, 2011

With all the media reports that Hurricane Tropical Storm Irene was going to level New York City, I didn’t expect to be able to go out tonight, so I stocked up on booze and expected to stuck in my apartment all day and all of the night. Below is my stockpile for the storm which I figured would go on all though the day and into the night.
I ended up with three bottles of tea, four bottles of water, fifteen sixteen ounce bottles of Budweiser, 6 bottles of Red Stripe, three bottles of Ballantine Ale and four bottles of Diet Mountain Dew. Yeah, I admit I overdid it, but I was certain from the news reports that I’d lose power and that this thing would rage on through the day and night and wreak powerful damage.

Well, it came and went during the morning, I slept through it and now it’s just spitting a little rain and is a little windy out. So I’ve decided to have a few beers at home and then have my Sunday dinner at McSorley’s and meet some friends. Usually the place is packed, but since the subway is still down, I’m thinking it might be a good night to go there. We’ll see!

My neighborhood was lucky and this is the extent of the damage that came from Hurricane Tropical Storm Irene.

The skyline doesn't look threatening at all tonight.

And here we are, McSorley's Old Ale House. Hopefully it won't be packed in here like it usually is.

There's only one way to find out and that's to go through the doors and take a look.

Jesus Christ, it's fucking packed in here and really loud.

There's a small spot at the bar and I've managed to squeeze in.

A view of the bar from where I'm squeezed in at.

There's always sawdust on the floor in here.

A photo of someone taking a photo. We'll call this "Photo Squared."

And of course there's texting going on.

When you order one mug of beer at McSorley's, you get two, it's the way things are done here.

Michael's the only bartender on duty tonight...

And as you can see, he's very busy. There's a lot of thirsty people in here relieved that Irene didn't cause as much damage as the media predicted.

I got a ham and cheese sandwich for my Sunday dinner.

I slathered it with McSorley's spicy homemade mustard (sorry Kari and Britta) and it was delicious!

After I ate it, I went back and thanked Maeve in the kitchen for a job well done.

Here's the legendary wishbones that hang over the bar that recently had to be dusted off. You can read about it here.

And here's the Duncester, Ed and Goggla. We managed to score a table in the back, but it was still really loud in there.

And here's Lindsay and Shawn to complete the party!

After a couple of beers we were ready to move on and go to a quieter place. On the way out, The Duncester points to a picture of a friend of his on the wall.

It's Peter Farnan who was a manager/bartender at McSorley's in the '70's and '80's. His mother still lives in The Duncester's building.

And Shawn leads the way out the door and onto quieter pastures. Goodnight everybody and that includes you, Irene! See you tomorrow after dark.

McSorley’s Old Ale House
15 E 7th St (between 2nd and 3rd Avenue)
212-473-9148


Further reading: 365 Bars, Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, EV Grieve and Beer Travelers.

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Four Sunday Songs
Sunday Girl by Blondie
Sunday’s Best by Elvis Costello
Sunday Morning Coming Down by Johnny Cash and Kris Kristofferson
Sunday Bloody Sunday


Goodnight Irene, goodnight.

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Saturday
Aug272011

August 28, 2011

(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.

Delicious!

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!

For the cheeseburger rating, review and more photos of Old Town Bar on MAD click here and here.

Old Town Bar
45 East 18th St. (Between Broadway and Park Ave. South)
212-529-6713

Further reading: Jeremiah’s Vanishing New York, Forgotten New York, Peter Sylvester Photography and Wikipedia.

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Four Other Canes (I know it’s a stretch, but I’m running out of hurricane related shit to put up here!)
Sugarcane
Arthur “Killer” Kane
Cocaine
Cain and Abel

Suggested by Al and rr.

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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!

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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.


Saturday
Aug272011

August 27, 2011

Okay, tonight I’m finally getting out of work on time. I’m going to go to the Food Emporium in Union Square to get my Hurricane Sunday supplies. I’ve heard people are getting a little kooky and stores are running out of supplies. I don’t get this. It’s only going to be one day. And it’s going to be one nasty-ass day indeed, I don’t want to leave my apartment during the storm, so I’m getting enough food for one day. I’ve seen people on the streets with bags of food and cases of bottled water. That’s fucking nuts! Fill up some jugs and bottles with tap water and put them in the fridge in case the power goes out and there’s no water. And why buy a shitload of food, a lot of it perishable if not refrigerated, if there’s a chance of the power going out?

Anyway, I figure I’ll go to the store tonight for food and then tomorrow I’ll stock up on the booze supply. The whole Hurricane post will be up this Monday, now it’s time to get the grub!

And we're off! The Empire State Building is colorful tonight.

It's really nice out tonight, the calm before the storm.

Windows are being taped in anticipation of the hurricane.

Okay, we're almost there.

Aaahhhh!

And here we are at the Food Emporium. Time to get some supplies for Hurricane Sunday.

Holy freaking shitballs, look at the lines in here. This is nuts.

Goddamn, people do know that this is just going to be a one day shut in, right? All the bread is gone.

Nothing here either.

An empty freezer, I hope all the jerkoffs that bought frozen food realize that there's a good chance of a power outage and that shit is just going to spoil in the heat.

Another empty case. Oh well, I need to lose a little weight anyway.

A few shallots remain, maybe I'll make some onion soup on Sunday.

A real Slim Pickens moment!

The loneliest can of sleazy cheese in the world. Sob!

Well, I managed to find a few things but now I have to wait in this god-awful line. I'm glad I went tonight, I can't imagine what will be left tomorrow.

Okay, after a half an hour wait in line, I'm finally out the door with my stuff.

I took a break in Union Square Park to listen to this trio. They were really good so I threw them a few bucks.

On my way home I looked up and saw the lights in this building. I think the storm is the least of our worries. Aaaaahh!

Further reading: EV Grieve, National Hurricane Center, Drinks Mixer and EV Grieve (Featuring a Shawn Chittle photo),

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Five Songs About Rain.
Rain by The Beatles
A Hard Rain’s Gonna Fall by Bob Dylan
Here Comes the Rain Again by The Eurythmics
I Wish It Would Rain by The Temptaions
Kentucky Rain by Elvis Presley

I wish I never saw the sunshine,
Then maybe then I wouldn’t mind the rain.

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Friday
Aug262011

August 26, 2011

The talk of the town right now is Hurricane Irene. She’s supposed to hit this Sunday and I was talking to my Dad today and he asked if I had a flashlight. And I don’t. I’m really beat tonight, yes, another shitty night at work. But at least it wasn’t as stressful as the beginning of the week, but I’m really feeling burned out, so I thought I’d just take photos of my walk home tonight and one stop will be at an all night drug store to get a flashlight. It’s supposed to be raining outside, so let’s go out and see a rainy New York night.

Shit, it's dry as the Betty Ford Clinic out here. I was kind of hoping for a rainy night to get some rainy-night pictures. Oh well, off we go.

The Empire State Building is all a-glow tonight.

Iced and proud, say it loud!

Here's the 24 hour Duane Reade, let's see if they have flashlights for the upcoming Hurricane Irene.

Okay, here we are. Hey look...candy!

Dots. As a kid this was the candy I always bought at the movies.

Eccchh! Always hated the Raisinets. Gross. Raisins aren't candy. It's like covering brocolli with chocolate and passing it off as candy. It's just wrong and it should be stopped.

I never liked Goobers either. If you spell the name sideways you get Boogers. Chocolate covered boogers. Goober says hey.

I just asked a clerk about flashlights and was told they don't sell them here. Am I weird in thinking that drug stores should stock flashlights? Oh well, there's one more 24 hour drug store on the block, let's go check them out.

2 Bros. Pizza. I've ragged on about this place, but I do confess to having eaten at one of these places, but always on a walk home after a night of several beers at a bar or two. Let's check it out sober.

There's always a line and late at night the drunk to sober ratio is about 4 to 1.

The slice is happily served up by this affable fellow.

Here it is in all its greasy glory.

It literally defines, "You get what you pay for." The worst pizza in the world. It tastes like tomato phlegm on soggy cardboard. But it's only a dollar a slice!

The view from my sidewalk table at Two Bros. Pizza.

Okay, here we are at CVS. Let's see if they have a flashlight. I want to get home, my stomach feels a little queasy from that slice.

Plenty of light bulbs, but no flash lights. Oh well, I guess I'll go to a hardware store tomorrow before work. Hey, what's that over there...

Aaahhhhhh!

Further reading: The Weather Channel, The Telegraph, NY Times and NY Post.

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Four Other Irene’s
Irene Ryan
Irene
Irene Cara
Me Myself and Irene

Here comes the story of Hurricane.

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