Now I've been to this place a few times now, and I must say that every time I've been in here I've had the most awesome, random, almost surreal experience. First time was late night b'day party with a bunch from work, so after getting myself suitably sauced enough to deal with the work crowd in a social setting, and trying to find the right bar ( there are 3 bars on the block flying an Irish flag ) "and some blue flag" , turns out to be Scottish, in I plunged. The bar is pretty standard, not quite dirty enough to be a dive, not quite polished enough to be pretentious, decent enough selection of beers on tap and packed on a Saturday night. I squeezed past a mostly B&T (sigh)
crowd to get to the back room, where the magic known as Karaoke happens (sigh, grit teeth). Now I'm not the words biggest Karaoke fan, but given everyone was loose enough thanks to the $3 shots (and a round or two from our waitress), given the fact that the crowd was a real mish mash of peeps (like 2 different bars, weird) with varying degrees of musical ability, It was actually bearable. It was bearable enough that I joined 3 bestfriendforonenight strangers for a rendition of AC/DC's Highway to Hell. An act of reckless abandon that will probably never be repeated. End up, awesome night.
So to the randomness......... a couple of weeks later my sister in law invites the fam to come see her belly dance (?!!??!). Where??? That's right folks, the Karaoke room. Rolling my eyes from side to side with an "I know this place" feeling, the band took the stage where a few weeks ago I myself had stood. So Saturday night Karaoke, Sunday night, 6 guys with instruments I've never seen before backing up what looks to be a supermodel, a matronly grandmother, and my sister in law, in a blur of silk and bells. Once my SIL had done her bit there was an audience participation part. Now drunken AC/DC is one thing , but semi sober belly dancing??? Come on people. I retired to the bar. The bartender was a very cool (Irish?) guy, I fell into some good conversation with him and some peeps at the bar, hung with the fam a bit, ate some decent enough food and I rounded out the night with a nice buzz on that turned into a monster hangover Monday morning.
Now the surreal........ I had dropped by the Grisly Pear a couple of times, missed the trivia ( C'mon guys. Who starts ANYTHING at 7pm in New York?), experienced the menu in a sober state ( Actually very good), and was recognized by the bartender (which always leaves me warm and fuzzy), so while I'm not in the Village enough to be a regular , if I need a spot to meet thereabouts, it's the Grisly Pear. On one of these occasions ( late night ), my friend and I were talking music. Other people have commented on the awesomeness of the music played in this bar ( not at the weekends tho). We consider ourselves music snobs. Music in bars, to us, is some thing to be tolerated. There is no pretension in this, it's just that other peoples taste sucks. So the conversation turned to broad spectrums " No-one has Minor Threat and Aretha Franklin on the same playlist" (because no-one can POSSIBLY be as cool as us). Within 15 minutes we heard Aretha covering Eleanor Rigby. Ha Ha, Ha Ha, Ha Ha. Then Salad Days by Minor Threat. The most surreal experience in my life.
Until I saw the bartender cracking himself up at the computer. So, random "theme" nights, class music, and a bartender with the ears of a bat. I'll be back. read more