This place, housed in an old bank, used to be the darkest spot on Clement to have yourself a draft glass
of Hamm's. Burlap sacks lined the low ceiling, at least we think they were burlap sacks,
the place was to dank to tell just exactly what they were. That's what we were looking
for on a rainy Wednesday night, a dark damp place where we could molder away.
"That was when Rosie owned the place," says Suzie, the former patron turned barkeep,
"You couldn't see what you were drinking." Now that low ceiling is flickering with
rows of tiny white lights, the burlap is gone (except for a few shards still tacked
up here and there), and don't look for a glass of Hamm's.
Suzie, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday nights, was a great host, serving up
her past, present, and future favorite ("gotta be topshelf") drinks to three thirsty
travellers. The "Smallest Pool Table in the World" is in the back in what was once
the vault. They can't knock the walls out to fit a bigger one. Be sure to warm up at
the plastic light-up fireplace logs right below the classic "drunk on a lamppost"
painting above the mantle.
Flynn gives this one four jiggers.
Flynn Facts:
Prices: "Gotta be Topshelf" mixed drinks = $3.50
Beers on tap: Red Hook
Bartender: Suzie
Juke Box: John Prine
Features: Tiny Pool Table, Impromptu Vodka Tastings
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