After a day of wondering around checking out this majestic town, my first night ever in Manhattan brought me to the West Village, looking for a blues club.
I found one, The Blue Note Jazz Club on West Third. The doorman was wearing a tuxedo. I didn't really feel like going to jazzed up jazz club at that point. Right across the street, there was a dingy looking bar—the 3 Sheets Saloon. I went in to talk with the bouncer about different clubs in the area. He gave me the lowdown. I stuck around for a beer. I met some interesting folk from Jersey. I paid $7 for my first beer, a nice IPA. For a dollar, you could have a pint of one of the most boring beers—Budweiser, Bud Light, etc.. They also had Michelob Light, which was surprisingly decent.
When the Jersians left, I met a threesome from South Africa. Chris was completing his doctoral residency in town. His friends were visiting while on an extended trip through the US. We spent a lot of singles over their stories. They were heading to work at an Aspen sky resort next.
After we split up, I caught the
to head back uptown to the hostel. With less than four hours of rest, I fell asleep on it. I woke up thoroughly confused as to where the train was. Then, I accidentally closed the map on my phone. It took another 5 minutes until I started to recognize the stops. It turns out I rode to the Bronx and back.
3 Sheets Saloon is part of a group of hilariously named
bars:
- The 13th step
- Off the Wagon
- The Gin Mill
- The Stumble Inn
- Hair of the Dog
- Down the Hatch
