The first time I went here was on a massive drunken bender several weeks after my girlfriend dumped me.
The night was dreary and the drearier souls within those beaten walls seemed merrily alive. Sordid deals made under hushing whisper, mish mash of faint, passing stenches, and a general loosened definition of socially-acceptable behaviour is the ambiance of this place.
A haggard woman beside the jukebox stared at me between her song selections, and eventually took my avoidance of eye contact as an invitation to approach and flirt. She pushed her belly harder and harder into my shoulder as we talked. The more I insisted I was leaving soon, the more she insisted I make the next jukebox selection. Her three-tooth smile grew and grew until a sudden tempestuous surrender. She stormed away to the jukebox scowling, and dedicated her next song to me. I don't remember the tune, but it was a sad classic rock track about a hopeless man feeling sorry for himself. I was thinking "how did this woman nail me so well?" I stood up to exit and she yelled from across the tiny bar, "f***ing loser."
Let me tell you, when an obese, toothless, balding old hag rightly calls you a loser, that's a whole new degree of feeling. And that was a quintessential Jenny's Place moment.
Walking back, shedding a tear or two, I knew I'd return. The drinks are *DIRT* cheap and they're serving every night till 2am (unheard of in this area until recently)... + sometimes 2am might stretch out a little. If you're too drunk for other places in the area, this is the place to move to. For food, they sell pickled eggs, Jamaican patties, and old bags of chips. If you are a Yelp user, I can only assume there's a high probability you will be treated as an undercover cop. I can't count how many times I've been out for smokes and someone has asked if I'm a cop. If you're looking for an actual dive bar, this is one.
They recently did some renovations. But I look inside, and it's still Jenny's Place to me. read more