Live, from New York, it’s Saturday Night Cheeseburger! Starring Little Town NYC and featuring the Ready For Prime Beef Player, Marty Wombacher. And now, please welcome tonight’s host, Little Town NYC!
As much as I like spring and summer, the one thing I hate is how late it stays light out. It's after seven o'clock in the evening and it looks like the afternoon out here.
At least it's darker down in the subway, the downside to that is that the piss smell gets worse in the warm weather. Oh well, you can't have everything!
You are here...
And through the magic of the internet you are now here at tonight's destination: Little Town NYC on 46th street.
Lots of specials going on here, let's go check it out.
The front area is crowded.
But I spy some stools at the bar, perfect!
And friendly bartender, Siris not only serves up a bottle of Coney Island Lager, he flashes the TWM card as well!
Here's the view from my perch at the bar.
They have a large selection of beers in here, check out all the different styles on tap.
And here's some more selections on the chalk board behind the bar.
There's wooden tables and railings next to the brick wall opposite the bar.
And there's more tables to eat and drink at in the back room.
And there's even more tables upstairs on the second floor.
Here's an aerial shot of Siris and the bar from upstairs.
And when I return the pretzel I ordered as an appetizer has arrived. It was warm, crunchy on the outside and soft in the center. A great pretzel and it comes with cheese and spicy mustard dipping sauces.
After washing the pretzel down with another beer, the condiments arrive, looks like the main course will be here at any moment!
And here it is, Siris suggested the sliders and I think he made the right decision. They come with warm, home made potato chips. Looks fantastic!
Wow, very tasty and the potato roll is bakery fresh. The chips are great too, a delicious meal tonight!
Burp!
And we'll end the evening with a somewhat fuzzy obligatory bathroom mirror shot. See you all tomorrow!
My Meal I checked out the menu online and was all set to order the Little Town Burger, which is a cheeseburger topped with a poached egg, bacon and Bechamel sauce, but bartender Siris strongly suggested the Angus Sliders and I think he made the right choice for me. You get two medium sized sliders made with angus beef and topped with melted American cheese, carmelized onions and a dollop of Cognac sauce. The burger was very tasty and what topped it off for me was the warm potato roll that encases it. For me, the bun, roll or bread that the burger is served on can make or break the burger and this roll was as fresh as any I’ve ever had, it was warm and had a bit of a sweet taste to it. I think these were the best sliders I’ve ever had. Thanks for the recommendation, Siris! The menu at Little Town is pretty eclectic, some of the other selections include: Big City Pastrami Sandwich, Sloppy Joe, BBQ Grilled Chicken and a dish called a Garbage Plate for two that is a dish consisting of Tater Tots, macaroni salad, baked beans, two cheeseburgers, onions, mustard horseradish and the entire plate is covered with spicy chili. If you order this I suggest you BYOR (bring your own Rolaids.) There’s also pizza, four styles of chicken wings and soups and salads.
Cheeseburger Rating Four Wimpys—The best sliders I’ve ever had!
Little Town NYC 366 W 46th St. (between 8th and 9th Ave.) (212) 677-6300
Last week's Saturday Night Cheeseburger guest star Peter Chu found a photo of Mars Bar he had taken a while back in his files. I told him that Mars Bar was my favorite stop on my 365 Bar Crawl and so he sent this in for a bonus photo on TWM. Great shot of a wonderful bar, it brings back lots of memories. Thanks Peter and hope to see you soon!
I’ve spent the lasttwo Easters at Mars Bar. Well, sadly that’s not going to happen this year. So some of us have decided to meet at what’s probably the next best place to celebrate Easter Sunday at, St. Patrick’s Cathedral.JUST KIDDING! Some of us have decided to have our annual Easter drinks at Milano’s Bar on Houston St., not far from the former Mars Bar location. So let’s hop on over there.
it's a nice day, but a little bright out for my tastes.
Well here's a sad sight, the corner where Mars Bar used to be.
Here's the same corner last Easter. What a difference a year makes!
Hmmm...I wonder who put this up here? Rumor has it that it was Uncle Waltie. Sip Ahoy!
And here we are at Milano's Bar.
Love all the neon signage in the front window.
As I walk in I see some familiar Easter faces from last year.
Goggla, Eric and Hamlet have come to enjoy the Easter festivities at Milano's. Good to see all of them.
And bartender Lisa has her bunny ears on and quickly hopped over with a bottle of Budweiser.
And I'm not the only one snapping photos in here. Down at the other end of the bar some Canadians are taking photos of Lisa as well.
A fan spins overhead and of course a classic dive bar like Milano's has tin ceiling.
Here's a shot of the well-worn wooden bar from the other end of the room.
Lisa topped off Eric's Guinness with a design of an Easter Bunny from the backside. Too funny!
And it's only fitting that Jesus looks down on us and proclaims...
"Come forth and drink my children." And so drinketh, we shall! Thank you, Jesus!
Frankie not only went to Hollywood, he hangs out in Milano's as well.
The walls in here are plastered with photos of patrons from the past, some of them plastered.
Jaws the Cabbie sent in this Zombie Jesus illustration to complement csp's remark. I think it's official that we're all going to hell now. i hope they serve beer there!
Once in a while I go and look at the bar list over at my blog, A Guy Walks Into 365 Bars. The other night I went and looked at posts of three bars that meant a lot to me and are now closed. The three bars are: The P&G, The Stoned Crow and Mars Bar. I thought I’d post some photos of those places that I took for 365 Bars and go out and see what they look like tonight. It’ll be kind of like looking at ghosts.
The original iconic P&G neon sign. This sign was like a beacon on the Upper West Side on the corner of Amsterdam and 73rd for 66 years. It had been featured in the movie Donnie Brasco and in an episode of Seinfeld.
Needless to say, it was a little disappointing to see this plastic sign hanging at the new P&G, a few blocks away from the original location on Columbus, when I went back to the new location on the bar crawl.
It was great to see Steve Chahalis again, he’s a fourth generation owner/bartender at P&G. I wasn’t sure if he’d remember me, but sure as shit on a red-hot shingle, as soon as he saw me he bellowed out, “Where the hell have you been!” It felt like old times.
Steve took me to the back room and showed me the mirror from the back of the original bar and the wooden railing from the bar itself. It lined the wall in the room.
As I looked at it I wondered how many hours I had spent with my elbows on top of it. I was happy for Steve and hoped he would make a go of it. I knew the odds were against it.
Here's where the original P&G once stood on the corner of 73rd and Amsterdam on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. A sidewalk shed hides the spot where the iconic neon sign once blazed.
It's now a fancy bakery/wine place. Ugh.
And here's the site of the second P&G bar. It sits vacant over a year since they closed in this location.
This sign fills me with dread thinking what will come in here next. A chain store? A cupcake shop? Another buck a slice pizza place?
Here’s a shot of the Stoned Crow from the bar crawl. It was a basement bar and a great place to hang out.
The bar had two rooms. The front was the large wooden bar with colorful pictures and posters hanging on the wall behind it.
There’s pool tables and more photos and art hanging on the walls in the large back room.
And speaking of photos, the bathrooms were filled with them and if you wanted a copy of one, all you had to do was ask the owner Betty.
Speaking of Betty, here she is the night she told me the news that they were going to close on New Year’s Eve of 2010. I snapped the photo before she told me. It’s the last time I saw her smile.
This is the bar on New Year’s Eve, early in the evening. The mood was grim and kind of felt like you were at a wake. Maybe it got better as the night wore on, but I had a couple beers and left. A sad evening.
A final goodbye obligatory-mirror shot in the bathroom before I left The Stoned Crow for the last time.
And two years later, the space is still empty. Memories and ghosts are all that's left of the Stoned Crow.
Everybody always asks me what my favorite bar on the bar crawl was and I never hesitate to tell them: “Easter Sunday at Mars Bar!”
Everybody was drawing on a mannequin that day, so I joined in after Terry let me borrow a marker.
I always loved that there was a Marty sticker on the cash register in there!
Nothing says, “Happy Easter” like the crowd at the Mars Bar.
After a few hours of drinking, I decided we needed an Easter Dinner at Mars Bar. I ordered in a couple pizzas from Two Boots and everybody was appreciative and sent several drinks my way. I don’t remember going home, but it was the best Easter Sunday and the best time I had on the whole bar crawl.
The following year I was doing my Marty After Dark blog and wanted to do something special on Easter Sunday that year at Mars. They were having a barbecue outside the bar, so I thought I’d bring dessert. I got a cake and decorated it and ended up with the infamous “Jesus Fucking Christ” cake. It was a big hit at the bar.
Several hours and a lot of drinks later, Goggla, Ed and I were at the bar and we noticed the cake was melting. I stuck a chicken wing in it and it started what I like to think of as a combination performance art/sculpture. It was mainly Goggla, Ed and I that worked on the cake, but others joined in and I thought it was a great way to end another Easter Sunday at Mars Bar. I wonder where I’ll go this year?
July 17th, 2011. Little did we know that this would be our last moment at Mars Bar.
Today a sidewalk shed covers the construction work as a condominium grows where Mars Bar once stood.
All that remains is a portion of a piece of art that Mike Grey did featuring Mars Bar owner Hank Penza. To see the entire piece of art, check out this post at EV Grieve.
Ghosts The P&G was my first hangout when I moved to New York City in the summer of 1993. The joint was split into two rooms. The bar was in the front room and there were booths and a jukebox in the back of the bar. I walked in there on a hot Saturday afternoon in July and sat at the bar and was eyed suspiciously by the inhabitants already there who were downing their drinks, smoking and eating potato chips out of 25 cent bags sold behind the bar. After drinking about half of a beer, a middle-aged guy sitting next to me with greasy hair and a pock-marked face accentuated by a gin blossom nose asked me if I lived in the neighborhood. I told him I had just moved to New York from Peoria, Illinois and that I lived a couple blocks away. That brought some curious sideways glances from some of the colorful patrons at the bar and I rightly assumed they were all regulars. Having spent a copious amount of time in bars since I was first served a beer when I was 16-years-old, I knew what I had to do.
“Hey bartender,” I shouted out, “since I’m the new guy here, I’d like to buy a round for the bar, please!”
The drinks weren’t even served and I had already made a bar full of new friends. I became a regular after that and spent countless hours drinking beer and shooting the shit at the P&G. Four years later in 1997 I moved downtown to 16th street. I found a new hangout closer to my apartment there, and like so many fickle New Yorkers, I kind of forgot about the P&G as I settled into the Stoned Crow, my new “local.” About a year later, I found myself up in my old neighborhood, the Upper West Side. I was meeting friends at a restaurant and was early as usual. I decided to stop in at the P&G and have a beer. Steve, the owner’s son and a veteran bartender in there did a double take when I walked in and sat at the bar.
“Where you been,” he asked opening up a beer for me, “I haven’t seen you in a few weeks!”
We both laughed when I told him it had been well over a year!
Time stands still in a joint like the P&G. And the clock literally stops when the greedy landlord throws you out, hoping to bring in a chain or artisanal bakery that can afford three times the rent. When I was doing the 365 Bar Crawl, I didn’t have the luxury of having a “regular” bar for a year. I had to go to a different bar every night, so I kind of abandoned my usual bar, The Stoned Crow. On December 19th, 2010, I was getting close to the end of my journey of bars. My friend, Gene Rubbico of the BBC was in town and we went to the Amity Hall for Cheeseburger Saturday Night and the 343rd stop of the crawl. After dinner and drinks, Gene and I were wandering around and all of a sudden we realized we were a block away from the Stoned Crow. I hadn’t been to my regular bar since the previous April, when it was my 84th night of my year of bar crawling.
We stopped in, walked down to the familiar basement bar and I said hi to Josh the bartender. I apologized for being away for so long, but told him after the bar crawl was over on January 10th, I’d be back to being a weekly regular. He gave me a funny look and said, “Betty’s in the back office, why don’t you go say hi to her.”
Then he quickly shuffled away from me with a sour look on his face. He was usually a real friendly guy. I got a bad feeling in my stomach and wondered what was going on. Betty was the owner and while I was happy to say hi to her, I found it odd that he told me to go back and see her. Something felt wrong.
I went back to the office and found Betty at her desk and said hi. She smiled, said hi and asked how the bar crawl was going. I told her it was almost over and that after the new year I’d be a regular again.
The smile on her face quickly faded away. She looked pained as told me that was closing the bar and that New Year’s Eve would be the last night The Stoned Crow would be open. Her lease was up and the landlord wanted to triple the rent and she told me there was no way she could stay in business paying rent that high.
My jaw proceeded to hit the ground. I felt like someone hit me in the back of my head with large bag of wet sand. I asked her if she was going to be alright.
“I don’t know,” she said, unsuccessfully trying to hold back tears.
After an awkward silence I told her I was so sorry. It was one of those rare moments when even a motormouth like me is silenced by sadness. We hugged and said goodbye to each other.
I spent a grim hour in there that New Year’s Eve early in the evening and went home feeling depressed and I just wanted to sit at home and drink nine million beers and forget about everything. So that’s what I did. I hope Betty’s doing okay these days. Fucking landlords. On July 17th, 2011, I met some friends at the Mars Bar, the bar that was my favorite stop of all the bars I had visited on the 365 Bar Crawl. We were meeting for drinks before one of the legendary Chillmaster Dance Parties. The Mars Bar was going to be closing and then torn down as condominiums were scheduled to start building on that corner. Everyone was sick about the news and no one knew when the fateful last day would be. There was constant rumors and I kept running back on what I had heard was going to be the last day to have a final drink at Mars, only to find out that, miraculously, it was still open the next day. This went on for weeks and I think everyone fell under the false illusion that maybe it would never close.
We were all talking about when the last day of Mars might be that day at the bar. I said, “Wouldn’t it be funny if today was the last day?” The next day I woke up with a blistering hangover and found out Mars Bar was closed—for good. The DOH had shuttered it that morning after finding 850 fruit flies in the joint. So it turns out we were in there on the last day. In retrospect, it wasn’t really that funny at all.
Live, from New York, it’s Saturday Night Cheeseburger! Starring Little Town NYC and featuring the Ready For Prime Beef Player, Marty Wombacher. And now, please welcome tonight’s host, Little Town NYC!
As much as I like spring and summer, the one thing I hate is how late it stays light out. It's after seven o'clock in the evening and it looks like the afternoon out here.
At least it's darker down in the subway, the downside to that is that the piss smell gets worse in the warm weather. Oh well, you can't have everything!
You are here...
And through the magic of the internet you are now here at tonight's destination: Little Town NYC on 46th street.
Lots of specials going on here, let's go check it out.
The front area is crowded.
But I spy some stools at the bar, perfect!
And friendly bartender, Siris not only serves up a bottle of Coney Island Lager, he flashes the TWM card as well!
Here's the view from my perch at the bar.
They have a large selection of beers in here, check out all the different styles on tap.
And here's some more selections on the chalk board behind the bar.
There's wooden tables and railings next to the brick wall opposite the bar.
And there's more tables to eat and drink at in the back room.
And there's even more tables upstairs on the second floor.
Here's an aerial shot of Siris and the bar from upstairs.
And when I return the pretzel I ordered as an appetizer has arrived. It was warm, crunchy on the outside and soft in the center. A great pretzel and it comes with cheese and spicy mustard dipping sauces.
After washing the pretzel down with another beer, the condiments arrive, looks like the main course will be here at any moment!
And here it is, Siris suggested the sliders and I think he made the right decision. They come with warm, home made potato chips. Looks fantastic!
Wow, very tasty and the potato roll is bakery fresh. The chips are great too, a delicious meal tonight!
Burp!
And we'll end the evening with a somewhat fuzzy obligatory bathroom mirror shot. See you all tomorrow!
I checked out the menu online and was all set to order the Little Town Burger, which is a cheeseburger topped with a poached egg, bacon and Bechamel sauce, but bartender Siris strongly suggested the Angus Sliders and I think he made the right choice for me. You get two medium sized sliders made with angus beef and topped with melted American cheese, carmelized onions and a dollop of Cognac sauce. The burger was very tasty and what topped it off for me was the warm potato roll that encases it. For me, the bun, roll or bread that the burger is served on can make or break the burger and this roll was as fresh as any I’ve ever had, it was warm and had a bit of a sweet taste to it. I think these were the best sliders I’ve ever had. Thanks for the recommendation, Siris!
Four Wimpys—The best sliders I’ve ever had!
Cheeseburgers, 
