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This place is like an
institution on the UES. While so many crappy bars have come and gone
over the decade or so since I've lived here; American Trash has somehow
found the formula for success that has eluded so many others. Now,
being an institution in the bar scene on the UES isn't exactly a stamp
of approval; it just means that you've somehow kept yourself afloat
long enough to warrant some name recognition amongst a bunch of white
kids who moved to NYC with no money, have terribly bad taste in decor
and have an overriding fear of going to any place whose floor is washed
more than twice a week. When this joint's name is uttered, the general
response is, "Oh that place. Man, I haven't been there in
years. What a dump that place was. I can't believe it's still around."
So you figure that if most of the folks who moved to the UES in the
early and mid-nineties visited this place at least once--and haven't
been back since--that there must be a whole new generation of poor,
twenty-two-year-old suckers out there who are drawn in by the neon
signs, cheap beer and sense of danger that comes with a line of Harleys
parked outside. Oh, did we mention that aside from the kiddies, this
place is a pseudo-redneck/biker bar? Yeah, it's apparently worked
its way into that niche, along with places like Raccoon
Lodge, Hogs
& Heifers and Red
Rock West. And like those places, its interior is mostly worn
wood with tons and tons of crap all over the walls and ceiling (including
the ubiquitous hanging bra and thong display), the pool table and
old video games. The music is your typical
classic rock bar tune medley, with Zeppelin, those douchebag Skynyrd
dudes, The Guess Who and any and every other clich’d jukebox choice
you can think of. After all, who doesn't love to listen to a group
of hockey-lovin' Canadians denigrating American women while drinking
lots of cheap, American beer? Woohoo, it's a party! Anyhow, as an
adult, I think it's time I make more adult choices with my nighttime
activities, but if you're a newbie to the city, and really miss that
fraternity basement party you at which you got loaded and hooked up
with your frat brother's high school sister, this might be your chance
to relive the experience, and in 2015 ask the age-old question, "Damn,
that place is still around?" [MF]
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