by Erin Conlon If you were wondering what would take up residence in the prime nearly-park-side real estate that is 595 Union Avenue, you haven’t had to wait long. Yesterday, The McCarren opened its doors to the public in the space that was formerly home to Thief.
The McCarren is positioned as both a sports bar and casual cocktail joint, offering McGuinness pours, crafted cocktails like a tequila-based Jalisco Sunrise and whiskey- and…
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Yes indeed, just what we need. Yet another bar. As in Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar) by Bertolt Brecht, as adapted by Kurt Weill, and a later version sung by the Doors: Show me the way to the next whisky bar Oh, don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask why Show me the way to the next whisky bar Oh, don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask why For if we don’t find the next whisky bar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mamma And must have whisky Oh, you know why. Show me the way to the next pretty girl Oh, don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask why Show me the way to the next pretty girl Oh don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask why For if we don’t find the next pretty girl I tell you we must die I tell you we must die I tell you I tell you I tell you we must die Show me the way to the next little dollar Oh, don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask why Show me the way to the next little dollar Oh, don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask why For if we don’t find the next little dollar I tell you we must die I tell you we must die tell youI tell you I tell you we must die Oh, moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We’ve lost our good old mamma And must have dollars Oh, you know why…
Real ones miss the goat bar Richlane, RIP