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Posted by: Reginald McGraw
« on: December 29, 2015, 12:12:10 PM »

I wonder if you'd have better luck in rural locations? Or even just Mid-Western/Southern locations? Places where progress, fads, gentrification flow in at a much slower pace.
Posted by: RottingCorpse
« on: December 29, 2015, 11:37:06 AM »

We now live in a culture that wants huge scars without enduring the pain of the injury that causes them. Anyway, this really resonated with me. Everywhere I travel, I try to find true "dives" and they're getting harder and harder to find.

http://munchies.vice.com/articles/the-slow-and-painful-death-of-the-dive-bar

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The Slow and Painful Death of the Dive Bar

Stop it. Stop what you’re doing. Can’t you see that you’re hurting us? We’ve been coming here for years—well, not here of course. Sure, we’ve been coming to this building, but ever since you claimed ownership, it’s all changed. Remember the good times? Back when it was that other place, the good place? Before you bought it. Before you ruined it. Before you renamed it something along the lines of an “eco friendly neighborhood pub SERVING IPAs ONLY, Bring Your Kids!” You sick fuck.  Just because you call it a dive bar doesn’t mean it’s a fucking dive bar.

Dive bars have soul. A dirty, discomforting soul. Imagine a less-cute Tom Waits—what’s that? Yeah, Ron Perlman does look like a less-cute Tom Waits. Imagine him. Dive bars are Ron Perlmans, face like cauliflower, breath akin to an ashtray. Trust me, shhhh, just shut up and trust me. You can’t fake your way through this one. You have to earn that worn and weathered skin through smoking and poor choices. By the way, the best poor choice would be to allow smoking.

A proper dive bar doesn’t beckon us in with false promises. This isn’t Vegas, hell, it ain’t even Reno, so there’s no need for gimmicks. The problem with new signs is that they’re based on trends, and trends are, by definition, fleeting. A good dive’s exterior should look like it’s survived a nuclear attack and has the chops to go toe-to-toe with another one.

Oh, you brought in an artisanal chef? That’s very cute. You know, there used to be food here before you annexed it. Real food, too. The kind of food that can only be cooked in a microwave, or if we’re feeling fancy, a deep fryer. You can’t locally source French fries unless we’re in fucking France. There’s no such thing as an organic Buffalo wing, since the word “organic” dies as soon as it enters upstate New York. I swear to god if I hear “truffle” anywhere near the list of your menu options, I’m gonna burn this bougie new place to the ground. Actually, razing this overly-hip buzzword palace would add the kind of charm this joint desperately needs.

Another thing: get rid of that web 2.0 compliant eyesore you call a jukebox. Do you really wanna cater to the kind of guys who wear shoes with the toes built in? Those are the only wienerboys who are going to use those extra options on your dumb jukebox/photobooth/tweet factory. If I want to drunk tweet I’ll pull out my phone, thank you. Ask the old Brit who always wears the same blazer for a couple band suggestions and buy a goddamned CD playing jukebox because that makes us feel less bombarded by the present. Fuck, why else do you think we’re here? We’re trying to escape that shit.

Does your daytime bartender have full arm-sleeves? That’s cool. Do ALL your new bartenders, barbacks, door men, regulars, and social-media coordinators have full arm-sleeves? That’s bad. See, tattoos are meant to indicate individuality. If everyone is uniform in their individualism, then this place is no better than Hot Topic. You can’t mass-produce an identity. In fact, you shouldn’t even have a social media coordinator. That dumb new mustache logo isn’t helping, either. The only logo a proper dive bar should have is that cold look a regular laser-beams at you when you open the door at 11 AM and it lets in too much light.

Actually, I’m not done with the bartenders. Why are they suddenly younger than me? Rule number one of any good local institution is that the bartenders have been working there since Gerald Ford was a viable late-night punchline. I’ve noticed that one of these drink-slingers has an eyepatch, this is troubling. See, usually I would cite this as an example of why a place is great. Unfortunately, this is not the case with your establishment. No man with hair that buoyant, a beard that manicured, a vest that crisp, has ever deserved an eyepatch. Turtle from Entourage with an eyepatch is still Turtle from Entourage. If it looks like a bro, and drinks Jaeger like a bro, it’s a bro.

Let’s talk about the toilets for a second. Why are they working? God help us, why the hell are they clean? Bathroom stalls are the breeding ground for our next generation of poet laureates. Banksy got his start in bathrooms. I don’t know if that’s true, but I want to believe it. This also serves as a warning to you if you begin to faux-embrace dumb graffiti in your stalls. Nothing’s worse than someone pandering to the kind of idiots who keep pens in their pockets to write “for a good time” while they’re taking a shit. Come to think of it, any phone number on the wall not belonging to someone who most likely died of GRID is an act of aggression. This is a dive bar for chrissakes, not Buckingham Palace.

To be completely honest with you, I’d be willing to look past this, all of this, if you didn’t make it cost five bucks for a Pabst. But do whatever the hell you want to do to this place, I’ll show up if I can get a decent pint for less than a pack of smokes.
Posted by: nacho
« on: April 21, 2015, 03:22:46 PM »

When are you going?

Oh, 2016 or so. Or whenever you text me and say you're there.
Posted by: RottingCorpse
« on: April 21, 2015, 02:09:31 PM »

When are you going?
Posted by: nacho
« on: April 20, 2015, 03:52:58 PM »

So the Quarry House took over Piratz Tavern! "Quarry House Temporary" opens tonight.

Wow... The Quarry House with a beer garden? This might be one of the signs of the Apocalypse.
Posted by: nacho
« on: April 06, 2015, 02:22:10 PM »

So I didn't make the final night... Nor have I watched the "Back to the Bar" Bar Rescue special that aired Sunday night. I did hit Silver Spring on Saturday, though, and noticed that somewhere very much like the Corporate Bar and Grille (the Mix Bar and Grille) is opening up across the street. Interesting...
Posted by: nacho
« on: March 27, 2015, 11:11:44 AM »

I never liked that place.

Nobody did! What's weird is that they probably only stayed open these last couple years because of the bar Rescue episode... Almost all of their recent reviews are people saying they went there because of the episode...

I don't know...maybe it's just a book publisher thing, but I really do believe that there's no such thing as bad publicity. That snippy FB post only confirms that their horrible idiocy on the episode was genuine.
Posted by: RottingCorpse
« on: March 27, 2015, 10:59:12 AM »

I never liked that place.
Posted by: nacho
« on: March 26, 2015, 04:13:50 PM »

Oh no!

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Piratz Tavern in Silver Spring, Maryland, which was featured on the second season of Bar Rescue has announced that they will close on April 4th due to the bar losing their lease.  Tracy, the owner of the bar, posted the following message on the "The Soul of Piratz Tavern" Facebook group.

"It is with a heavy heart that I have to deliver the sad news that Piratz Tavern has lost it's lease. Our last night will be April 4th. I am trying to keep this information within the family as we really don't want to deal with anymore bullshit from the reality TV world. Thanks to all who worked and played so hard to make the last eight years so great. The memories will last forever!"


And this from their FB page:
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Hear Ye, Hear Ye! Piratz Tavern will open it's doors for the last time on Saturday April 4th. Unfortunately the negative publicity, constant prank calls, vandalism and bogus reviews generated by our unfortunate participation on Bar Rescue have taken their toll. To add insult to injury, late last year Taffer's crew reached out to me again asking that we participate in a back to the bar episode. They promised that it would be followed by a re-rescue and that they would right all the wrong's committed during the first episode. Obviously I don't learn. I believed them. On December 1st we went to the effort to open on a Monday, the one day a week we have been closed for 8 years, with a skeleton staff of former employees who agreed to play the parts. It was basically coerced and staged to be an opening act for a re-rescue. I was told to bring in several changes of clothes to make it appear that filming covered several days. As usual they brought in a bunch of extras to fill the house and we were told what to say and with whom to speak. Throughout the entire shoot the director coached Juciano to curse and say negative things about John Taffer. He referred to me as the "hero", my daughter as the "victim" and Juciano as the "villan". Total bullshit frown emoticon Basically we have been fucked by reality TV again and with know one to blame but ourselves, we have decided not to renew our lease. Just can't take anymore. Director James Agiesta sweet talked me into the deal and then left us behind like carnage, just like the first time. A HUGE thanks to all of you who worked and played so hard to make Piratz Tavern the awesome place it has been for the last 8 years
Posted by: monkey!
« on: March 26, 2015, 02:59:15 PM »

Only when I visit the synagogue.
Posted by: nacho
« on: March 26, 2015, 02:29:23 PM »

Your favourite bars close and I'm sitting here with fine red wine from near the Alps. It has pepper and violets on the nose, spiced strawberry and raspberry afternotes.

And the taste of jet fuel and burned flesh?
Posted by: monkey!
« on: March 26, 2015, 02:19:12 PM »

Your favourite bars close and I'm sitting here with fine red wine from near the Alps. It has pepper and violets on the nose, spiced strawberry and raspberry afternotes.
Posted by: nacho
« on: March 23, 2015, 04:12:48 PM »

LOL -- "strollerified." That's excellent.
Posted by: RottingCorpse
« on: March 23, 2015, 04:10:22 PM »

Chief Ike's was a theater hangout bar in the early aughts. A lot of people liked it, but it wasn't a personal favorite for me. Still, it's another piece of "old" DC fading away.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/express/wp/2015/03/23/storied-d-c-dive-bar-chief-ikes-mambo-room-is-closing/

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Storied D.C. dive bar Chief Ike’s Mambo Room is closing

On Sunday, the neon-blue lights of Chief Ike’s Mambo Room will go dark for good. The long-running Adams Morgan dive bar is closing because D.C.’s nightlife has shifted to other neighborhoods, like H Street and the 14th Street corridor, says owner Al Jirikowic.

“Adams Morgan is no longer where the hot, cool people go. It’s all becoming strollerified now,” he says.

In all fairness, it’s been decades since Chief Ike’s was at its peak hipness. When the bar opened in July 1992, it quickly became a hotspot for Clinton staffers and their Hollywood friends. “George Clooney used to come here, and we saw Steven Soderbergh a few times,” says Jirikowic. They’d dance to funk and samba spun by Stella Neptune — back when she was a DJ rather than a clothing designer.

Today, you’re more likely to find teetering bachelorettes and college kids looking for (relatively) cheap drinks at Ike’s undulating countertop — but not enough of them to keep the lights on.

So Jirikowic is retiring. He plans to write a personal history of D.C. and hopes to publish it next year.

“It’s been a tough go for Ike’s for a while now, just like it’s been for a lot of places in Adams Morgan,” says manager Alan Beal.

Inside the bar, the walls are covered in trippy paintings: day-of-the-dead skeletons and Marion Barry riding a lion, and the bar’s namesake in a feathered headdress.

“The name came from when I was 4, and I saw a picture of Eisenhower in a ceremonial headdress,” says Jirikowic. “For years I thought the president of the United States was an Indian.”

Pretty soon, those murals will be painted over and the space will probably end up becoming an upscale yuppie restaurant, Jirikowic says.

“That’s the way the neighborhood seems to be going,” he says. “Adams Morgan lost its funk, it really did.”
Posted by: nacho
« on: March 20, 2015, 10:45:24 AM »

Well, Jackie's going to keep it alive...


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In answer to the many inquiries, no one was hurt, which is all that really matters. The place is still there, folks, and we will definitely reopen. More news as soon as we have some. Thank you again-- we love you all.