Showing posts with label bars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bars. Show all posts

Monday, January 14, 2008

Karaoke at Timboos














Did anyone go to this bar for karaoke Saturday? I have the impression that karaoke is a rarity in Brooklyn, am I wrong? I've only heard of one other place that offers it, I can't remember the name, but it's a bar on Columbia St. in the North part of Red Hook.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Rhythm, Booze, Eleanor, Bill, Joe and Mailer



God rhythm is a hard word to spell, so many strangely placed h's. But never mind! Today I had the pleasure of meeting Bill Flaherty, the bartender at Rhythm and Booze in Windsor Terrace on Prospect and 1oth. A very good one to talk to if you are curious about this neighborhood's history.

I went in because I was curious about who paints their windows, I like the way the artist makes the pumpkins squarish and adds juicy highlights which I've always been a fan of. Bill told me her name is Eleanor Eick and she lives in New Jersey.

Then we spoke of my favorite subject, me, who writes a blog here in Brooklyn, but also adds graphic design, photography, illustration and other kinds of art to her CV. OK, perhaps I'm not much of a writer, well, not compared to Bill's brother Joe Flaherty, who died young in 1968, the author of the book pictured above, Managing Mailer, and a novel called Tin Wife (1986). Which I'd like to read because I want to know if a tin wife is anything like a fish wife. I know from experienc a fish wife is a very sad miserable resentful self-sabotaging sort of wife, and I'm wondering what sort of wife a tin wife is.

Bill tolerated me pretty well. When he showed me his brother's book I sort of showed too much surpirse, which offended him, made me feel like he saw me as a yuppie outsider coming in and judging him. Which...I am? Y i k e s. I summoned up my best fake outrage and told him "I have learned never to judge people, sir!" which he seemed to accept as an apology. And he said I was cute as a button.

He was cute too, and I'm a little disgusted that I didn't take his picture with his brother's book. I wonder if he would have gone for it.

Update: He said yes. While I was there I witnessed one of Bill's talents - yelling "I love you" to various people as they left the bar. A rare and precious talent to be able to shout those words with such abandon.



Monday, November 12, 2007

Deciduous Lettering

I am trying to figure out what's so amazing about the way this sign looks. Maybe the way the letters seem to have decided that they prefer an independent existence. Will they peel themselves off and dance off into the twilight, escaping the jurasdiction of the law? I'm sure the sign bearer is less delighted. Here's another question for someone: Is James W. Farrell of the law office any relation to the Farrell of Farrell's bar that's around the block? Viva the Farrells.