Midtown Happy Hour: Dave’s Tavern
If you like to eat, chances are you like to drink (read: a lot of you are freakin’ lushes), so I thought maybe it was time to introduce a happy hour column to the site. Every week we’ll post about a different bar in Midtown that fits the Midtown Lunch mentality: unhealthy food, not lame (unless it’s lame in a cool way), and most importantly… cheap. This week Mamacita goes to a dive surrounded by $1 pizza and cheap hot dogs…
Dave’s Tavern inhabits the armpit that lies between the Lincoln Tunnel and Port Authority- but if you’re in the neighborhood, and looking to for a cheap drink with some entertaining locals, you’ve found your dingy oasis. As I crossed the threshold of Dave’s I was welcomed by the crunch of peanut shells discarded on the floor, like a casual honky-tonk bar. An enameled metal bin chock full of peanuts was perched atop a table against the North wall. Above it hung a mounted boar’s head that seemed to watch over the bar’s clientele. As I readied to take a picture of this sharp tusked beast, a silver-haired man walked in and said to me “You’re taking a picture of that boar? You know I shot that boar!” Then he turned towards the bar and joined his friends. You can obviously learn a story or two from the guys here. There is a real sense that everyone here knows each other, yet an outsider slugging a drink is welcomed into the conversation. You have the usual range of liquors and domestic beers with $1 off drinks during happy hour, 4 to 7pm. In the back there’s a pool table to pass the time and some booths that are good for groups.
Dave’s is flanked by two of Midtown Lunch’s cheapest spots: 99 Cent Fresh Pizza and Papaya Dog. Add in Dave’s $5 beer and a shot special and I dare say you have the holly trinity of cheap, greasy, and boozy. This is exactly the right mix for this dive. Dave’s serves the grizzle and bones of the city. The tattooed bikers, ageing peacocks, sweet older men that are quick to offer their stool to a lady, and career drunkards that can hide a midget in their beer belly. Put this all together and you have a glorious conglomerate of American life. I pity the fool that comes in here with a sharp suit and some well-heeled gal on his arm (unless he’s a pimp of course.)
Ah yes, and then there’s the lovely and feisty bartenders in schoolgirl uniforms. Perhaps they are best kept to the dim bar light, lest it reveals their real age- but under the blur of a few drinks they dreamily invoke the fantasies of the revelers. Just remember boys, tip but don’t touch or the burly bouncer will use you to wipe the pavement outside. Obviously you can tell I liked the place. With a cheesy slice under my belt and a cold PBR and shot in hand I had even made a new friend.
Good Happy Hour
- Free Nuts!
- Obscenely close to Port authority or Lincoln Tunnel if that’s your commute home
- All American eats nearby: Pizza and Hot Dogs.
- Pool table to pass the time
- Obscenely close to Port authority or Lincoln Tunnel
- Free nuts and PBR do not make a night out (pshaw! Where’s my lobster!)
- Not exactly a place to take a date, unless, you know, you’re classy like that…
Dave’s Tavern, 574 9th Ave (btw. 41+42nd), 212-244-4408
Post and photos by Mamacita