|Let’s get hammered!|
Pottersville, New York
Much like a moldy old fruitcake, or that sweater vest from your long lost relative, it’s time for the annual retelling of my long strange trip to Pottersville, New York a few years ago on Christmas Eve.
My travels take me to some pretty out-of-the-way places, so it’s not unusual that I find myself spending a night in a small town like Pottersville. I couldn’t find the place on Google maps, so I had no idea what to expect when I got there. But, what to my wandering eyes did appear (once I got there), nothing short of one kick-ass party town! Pottersville is nothing but night clubs, bars, liquor stores and pool halls…did I just die and go to heaven? It was a snowy night, so I ducked into the first crowded bar I saw, a place called Nick’s.
PROS: Cheap. Hot Dames. Hard-Drinking Regulars.
CONS: Goon Bouncers. A Few Odd Balls Showed Up.
First Impressions: Holy crap…considering it’s Christmas Eve…this place is ROCKING and loud. It was hard to find a place to belly up at the bar, but I found a seat at the end and was amazed at how many people were throwing back shots of bourbon, drinking gin and generally getting hammered. My kind of place for sure! And, oddly enough, most of the people are wearing hats (not baseball caps) but honest-to-goodness hats. As usual, I am under dressed.
|A few hot dames|
The Crowd: A hard-drinking mix of men and women all dressed up in suits and skirts…it is Christmas Eve I guess…definitely NOT a Harley T-shirt place. Most people seemed nice enough and all seemed like they knew one another…the typical regulars kind of crowd. A few odd balls showed up at one point and quickly had their asses thrown out the door…And STAY out! HA!! Who goes to a dive bar and orders a flaming rum punch? What the hell is that anyway? Some old panhandler also showed up and got his ass kicked out too. I overheard someone say that he spent time in jail for killing a kid. Why the hell isn’t he still in jail!
Service: Nick is my kind of bartender, not the most friendly guy in the world, but is ready to pour you another shot the second you thrown one back. I had no problems with the guy the entire time I was in there, but I would not want to get on his bad side, at all. As “don’t f### with me” as he seemed, I could not help but to think that if his life had taken a different path, that he might actually be a nice and upstanding citizen. On the other hand, who cares, I’m here to drink. Nick, another bourbon!
Food: No menus anywhere that I could see. I am under the impression that this is NOT the place to go if you are hungry. But, having been in a place like this once or twice, I am sure you can find some pickled eggs behind the bar if you look hard enough. Not that I would actually eat one, but it’s nice to know there is some type of protein in case the rotgut booze starts to have a really bad effect on me and make me think I was talking to an angel.
Restrooms: I can only assume the worst, but I was not about to abandon my barstool just to have someone steal it. My best advice in a place like this is to drink until you’re hammered (and can’t hold it anymore), pay your tab, walk quickly out the door, and pee in the alley behind the building. If nothing else, I’m sure it is a way more sanitary approach.
Bartender Chat: This is NOT a place to make small talk with the staff. Let me put it this way, I overheard Nick telling one of the two “pixies” not too long before he had them thrown out the door, “Hey, look mister, we serve hard drinks in here for men who want to get drunk fast. And we don’t need any characters around to give the joint atmosphere. Is that clear? Or do I have to slip you my left for a convincer?” Hell yes! My motto too…drink up or hit the road! Nick rules!!
How Far Did My $20 Go: At roughly .80 cents a shot, 20 bucks can get you HAMMERED. I’m sure I didn’t drink nearly my twenty bucks worth, but threw it on the bar anyway on my way out the door. God knows I didn’t want one of the goons at Nick’s bar to “show me the door” for being a cheap tipper.
Final Impressions: I dig this place. They don’t take shit from the customers, are intent on getting their customers wasted, and apparently “hand out wings” by ringing the cash register over and over again when they feel like it. I’d come back here in a heartbeat. There is a feeling in the place that it could be much more friendly under different circumstances, but as cheap as the drinks are, how can you not love coming here on Christmas Eve to tie one on with a bunch of people dressed up for church. This is a one of a kind dive!
|HIT THIS DIVE!|