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This, I soon discovered, was a typical pub. The 'pub' was an invention of humans living in England, designed as compensation for the fact that they were humans living in England.
Having been to Europe and working and traveling there, the restaurants my wife and I remember were always off the beaten trail restaurants. So I tried to seek a little 'off the beaten trail,' but cool area.
I'm in the process of brainstorming with my marketing team and all that stuff, trying to come up with a concept for a late-night restaurant for people in Birmingham.
I suppose I'll be able to get a drink there.
Parke-Bernet Galleries.
What is this place?'
'Heaven.' She laughed, 'with better drinks!
The twenty-four-hour diner, the station waiting room and the motel are sanctuaries for those who have, for noble reasons, failed to find a home in the ordinary world, sanctuaries for those whom Baudelaire might have dignified with the honorific 'poets'.
There's a place in Paris where I'd like to work one day. It's called the Slow Club.
The very best of vineyards is the cellar
I've got to be high class ... Which is sad, because I like bars.
I use the term bar-room to represent every means for the sale and traffic in liquor, and I earnestly appeal to the people to put an end to the traffic, no matter under what name or guise it may be carried on.
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The Lamb's Club is going to be a luxury bar and grill; we're not doing an overly fancy restaurant. We wanted to make a space that people will come to every day, almost like a very high-end bistro.
Reservations and cloth napkins are really minor pinnacles in the high sierra of the New York lunch. The zenith, the Mount Whitney of lunches, the noon meal at which all local lines of force converge [is] the Bar Room of the Four Seasons.
Saloons provide moments of genuine ecstasy - but only if your soul is at peace and the rest of your life bears contemplating. Otherwise, they are palaces of misery.
The restaurants express the spirit of the chef, the spirit of the city, the country.
Follow that coffeehouse.
One day a man came into the bar and ordered a pint and a pousse-cafe, adding "for our lass" in case I thought he was a ballet dancer or something.
I was always frightened by taverns. They just seemed like very unpleasant places to go.
dessert place that was open until one a.m. and served liquor along with chocolate thingies draped in whatever topped with blah-blah-blah on a bed of poached uh-huh, yeah.
Gilly Gilleshpee
Aw I don't wanta go to no such thing, I just wanta drink in alleys.' ...
But you'll miss all that, just for some old wine.'
There's wisdom in wine, goddam it!' I yelled. 'Have a shot!
Le Marais?'
'It's a little district in the centre of Paris. It is full of cobbled streets and teetering apartment blocks and gay men and orthodox Jews and women of a certain age who once looked like Brigitte Bardot. It's the only place to stay.
the Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
The Dew-Drop Inn & Fishing Camp;
If I had to live my life over, I'd live over a saloon.
God keepe me from foure houses, an Vsurers, a Taverne, a Spittle, and a Prison.
pane. "I can see what's left of our old place from
You sit back in the darkness, nursing your beer, breathing in that ineffable aroma of the old-time saloon: dark wood, spilled beer, good cigars, and ancient whiskey - the sacred incense of the drinking man.
the Poor Men of Lyons,
Walla Walla is where I make wine, with Eric Dunham. He and I partnered up on a small project for me. We make pretty good cabernet and syrah.
Barb's house, when I finally
I'm coming out with a wine ... I'm actually a restaurateur. I have Famous Famiglia Pizzeria that has opened up in the Sacramento airport. I'm also working with my business partner on opening up the Linnethia Lounge.
a couple of our buddies from Le Pavilion had opened restaurants in the Catskills around Shan-daken and Hunter Mountain and spoke highly of the area, so Jean-Claude and I, along with a few other friends, rented a place there to use as a weekend retreat.
If the weather is too cold or rainy, I take shelter in the Regence Cafe, where I entertain myself by watching chess being played. Paris is the world center, and this cafe is the Paris centre for the finest skill at this game.
There is something universal about being stood up in a city restaurant between one and two - a spiritual no-man's-land, whose blasted trees, entrenchments, and ratholes we all share, disarmed by the gullibility of our hearts.
Pubs are, disturbingly, where I hatch most of my best idea-sculptures: possibly it's something to do with the disinhibiting effects of alcohol, or maybe it's just having company to yack at.
Gardette-LePrete Mansion is
To extract the fullest flavor of our drinking house, we needed to spend serious evening time there, slowly coming to know the bartender and the regulars, their joys and sorrows.
Mulberry Garden, now the only place of refreshment about the town for persons of the best quality to be exceeding cheated at.
There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn. - SAMUEL JOHNSON
This is one bar you should take home.
In the taverns all was amiable and easy, but the coffeehouses were cauldrons of edgy malcontents.
Our Lady of Cheribim Chit-Chat.
A lot of country pubs will receive Michelin stars.
I'd much rather hang out in a cafe. That's where things are really happening.
Home. I have no idea what that word really means.
The Hemlock Tearoom and Stationery
The bar is the male kingdom. For centuries it was the bastion of male privilege, the gathering place for men away from their women, a place where men could go to freely indulge in The Bull Session.
Nobody goes to that restaurant anymore because it's too crowded.
You meet a better class of person in pubs,
I have a restaurant in Milan, and Paper Moon is five minutes away from my hotel, so I always go there for lunch. It's a casual place that serves good salad, pizza and pasta; the space is tight with tables close together, and it feels buzzy. Food comes out fast, too.
In a city where people are almost as obsessed with food as they are with status, perhaps the best-kept secret of the dining scene is that the finest cuisine arguably isn't found at the Michelin-starred restaurants in five-star hotels but rather at private dining clubs.
Leathery bar girls worked the charter booths at the harbor, smoking Basic 100s and talking in voices that sounded like 151 rum poured into hot grease - a jigger of friendly to the liter of harsh.
I used to live in Pillgwenlly, and there was this old Italian pizzeria that used to be there with a really amazing character who ran it.
The bar was the best place to hide in. time came under your control, time to wade in, time to do nothing in. no guru was needed, no god. nothing expected but yourself and nothing lost to the unexpected.
In a village of La Mancha,
In an age when so many groups are rolling out restaurants faster than your local baker makes donuts, my goal is that each restaurant feels hand-crafted. That they have their own soul.
THE BLUE GLACIER SALOON was part general store, part restaurant, part bar. It was my fantasy come true, a Stuckey's that served shots.
The silver knives are flashing in that tired old cafe ...
No matter how far society "progresses," our thirst for community and connection will never diminish. Bars satisfy this need.
Of course you had to pick the dive-y-est dive bar this side of Market. I think that door handle just gave me a venereal disease.
WHEN you hit a gay bar in the middle of a weekday afternoon you wonder why they don't call it something else.
What inn is this
Where for the night
Peculiar traveller comes?
Who is the landlord?
Where are the maids?
Behold, what curious rooms!
No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No brimming tankards flow.
Necromancer, landlord,
Who are these below?
Each city should have its own type of restaurant.
I've found that many of the greatest ideas surface in bars because that's where many people cultivate inspiration.
I prefer temperance hotels - although they sell worse kinds of liquor than any other kind of hotels.
Halfway down the bar,
The new building housing the store. The
You do tend to miss that repetition of day in and day out in a restaurant. I would like to open someplace where I can get back in touch with that side of my restaurant background. It is something we have plans to do and not sure how or when, but it is not too far away.
Farrell's Bar in Brooklyn had urinals so large they looked like shower stalls for Toulouse-Lautrec.
neighborhood, the place I left each
I like Holiday Inns
the basement. Katz
The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alivewith chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names.
I love the coffee shops and reading rooms where one can sit and talk or browse forever. I
I'm a restaurant junkie.
I arrived at 7.04 p.m. only to find that the bar did not open until 9.00 p.m. Incredible. No wonder people make mistakes at work. Would it be full of surgeons and flight controllers, drinking until after midnight then working the next day?
I like Irish pubs, except for all the loud music and drinking, and people acting like idiots.
The inside is packed with people. Lots of them crowding the bar, passing drinks back for people to carry to tables. A bunch of guys are pouring shots of vodka.
"To Zacharov!" one toasts.
"To open hearts and open bars!" calls another.
"And open legs," says Anton.
Good God, do you mean to say this place is a club?
We are a bed business, and a coffee-room business. We are not a general dining business, nor do we wish it. In consequence, when diners drop in, we know what to give 'em as will keep 'em away another time.
When I'm doing shows I don't need much from a city. All I'm looking for is a good meal and a decent spot to have a couple drinks.
go-go hall on my way home from school.
...Traduttore, traditore.
Little Caesar's Pizza,
Went to Wiesbaden first, a pleasant, gay place, full of people.
kitchen, where she could count on Tirzah to be
It was like a church in there as only the truly lost sit in bars on Tuesday mornings at 8:00 a.m.
I had a lot of fun creating some restaurants with a casual note to it, such as DBGB, for example, where it was about bangers and beers, being a very casual brasserie with very affordable food but very interesting homemade program.
I love restaurants from top to bottom.
This is a handy cove, and a pleasant sittyated grog-shop. Much company, mate?
Continuity was the kind of place where anybody who came into the city from out of town to deliver some work could come over and hang out and we'd go down and have a few drinks.
After the show the bar began to thin out. Birgitta
Why do we celebrate the opening of a bar so much?
The ideal of a well-stocked mind aiming at excellence in all walks of life has been replaced by the dream of a well-stocked wine cellar, the cellar now being a specially made wine cooler strategically placed in one's house, to be viewed by even the most unobservant visitor.
ran along the stone wall. Two years ago this pantry had been full to overflowing with hams smoked in ash and jars full of duck fat set beside coils of sausage. Bottles of aged champagne
But it's Atlanta that can lay claim to the best of the best (which is to say worst) chef-friendly dives in America: the legendary Clermont Lounge, a sort of lost-luggage department for strippers, who perform - perfunctorily - on a stage behind the bar.
Out this way there was the lonely last pub, the Castle, which now had an angry chalkboard sign up that said "drinkers welcome" to indicate its dissatisfaction with other establishments' fads like pub quizzes, bands, food, and, presumably, conversation.