Going to be in Buffalo anytime soon?
If so, check out Lost Taverns on the Forgotten Buffalo website. It’s a veritable treasure trove of classic neighborhood bars in Buffalo, most of which, for some reason, I’ve never been to. I plan on changing that next time I got home by starting with Forgotten Buffalo’s […]

About 15 Chinese men chattering away sat surrounded by dozens of empty Heineken bottles and tumblers of beer. Heineken being swilled aside, I’m guessing this is what an opium den might’ve looked like. Or an illicit card game in Beijing, perhaps.

Getting over our surprise, we wandered over and perched at the bar. The friendly bartender, an obviously Irishmen in his early 60s, poured Eric and I couple of perfect pints of Guinness, as we began to drink in the unusual ambiance at Soccer Tavern. As the patrons wandered over to the cooler to grab frosty mugs or to the make your own sandwich station set up against one of the back walls, Soccer Tavern felt like the most chilled out basement I’ve ever drank beers in. Throw in the the Paddy’s Day corned beef slowly simmering on the stove in the kitchen and this is the kind of bar I wish was across the street from my apartment.

Blarney Stone - hands of fateHitting the Grolsch
Ok, I guess it’s really obvious by now that I like to drink and I try to do so whenever possible. Perhaps I’m like Vladmir, prince of Kiev, who according to historical reports in the 12th century chose Christianity over Islam for Russia because, as he said […]

The Bar at Three Jolly Pigeons
GGW’s heckler and the Yeovil Town fan are to your immediate left
I don’t know why it is but in non-hipster and yuppie Brooklyn weekend karaoke is one of the main attractions at countless watering holes. On my way to the debacle at The Leif on Friday night, I […]

Popped in last night around 10:30 and felt like I had stumbled into a really, really bad frat party. The meathead quotient was off the charts, as buzz cuts and Abercrombie and Fitch gear seemed to be The Leif’s official uniform with Coors or Bud Light cans the official drink. It wouldn’t have surprised me if most of the dudes drinking there last night had come straight from seeing the new Rambo flick. Making things worse was the fact the Golf Channel was on the most of the tv’s, which is always a bad sign. A good dive, or bar for that matter, should, under no circumstances, show the Golf Channel.