Thursday, March 01, 2007

A New Comfort Zone

Roomie and I went out tonight. Nothing hardcore, just a couple of glasses of wine in the neighborhood -- one at the restaurant I recently went to with the Boyf and another at a totally new place that just opened this week.

Until now, I'd never had a neighborhood pub -- somewhere within two blocks that you can go to when you've had a rough day or when you want to meet a friend within stumbling distance of your apartment. But now, Roomie and I know the bartender at this new haunt -- a barkeep lifer who knows how to make a damn pretty rose out of a paper napkin in order to give it to the couple in the corner who just got married. I like the place. Pretension is not part of the equation, and it's okay that, when quizzed, neither Roomie nor I had any effing clue who the band Deep Purple was. But I've already talked about how patently uncool I am.

Tonight was low-key but important. I'm embarking on a sort of new chapter in my New York life, and it somehow helps to know that if I'm having one of those days, there is an old-school bartender in an Irish pub just around the corner who knows what my poison is. If a woman has that, in my opinion, she's doing okay. Life change or not.

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3 Comments:

Anonymous Nick said...

I think having a friendly bar/pub helps in making your NYC neighborhood feel a little more home-like... I was so excited when I found a place like that! When you have a connection to more than just your couch in your tiny apt. it makes you feel somehow intertwined in the madness of the city.

9:45 AM  
Blogger NewbietoNYC said...

Oh, absolutely. When someone in the 'hood -- deli guy, shopkeeper, or bartender -- calls you by name, it can mean the world.

10:58 PM  
Blogger Madame X said...

I haven't found a bar like this yet, but sometimes I think some of the best friends I've made in NYC have been at the local laundry, the corner newspaper guy, etc...

12:32 PM  

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