As I am a man for the people, I believe it only proper that I inform the world of what is the worst bar not only in New York City but also on Earth.
This bar is called The Rusty Knot and it is located in Manhattan at 425 West St New York, NY 10014. If you want to call and attempt to understand why they suck so hard, use this number (212) 645-5668.
Check out what Babe22 has to say:
"If you want to be harassed, and have your rights violated then by all means go!"
If this bar had a head, I would like to smack the back of it with a mallet such as this one until it stopped moving. Horrific, sure, but I would feel honored to have been able to provide this service to humanity, and would gladly serve my time behind bars knowing that this little action would make the world a better place.
"Hey brah!"
It was early, really, only about 9pm when we rolled up to the bar and were greeted by some asshole bouncer who saw it fit to plop his big ass on a stool literally in front of the entry way. Does he fear that people will attempt to rush in past his watchful gaze? He carded everyone one of us -- even the ones over 40 -- and sweated my friend whose hand is in a cast, making her dig through her pocketbook to locate her ID and prove the obvious. What a cock.
Once inside, the temperature climbed about 15 degrees as we surveyed the scene -- butt-to-nut kaiki's and dress shirts. Tucked in. Sandals. Cackling blondes. Rubbernecks. Long lost, here was the junior staff of Lehman Brothers, relocated.
I was going to write more, but now this post is old, and I don't care. Fuck this place. Let's suffice to say that I've never been to a bar that made me not want to drink, but rather Rohy myself in hope of a "good time."
The best part of your post happened day of - the sneaky manner in which you were snapping pictures at the aforementioned "bar."