Review: The Art Bar (involves little to no actual art)

Having recently survived (barely) an encounter with “contemporary” art – Barfly decided to go back to our roots. We loved finger painting cocktail olives as a child. Our macaroni martini glasses were known on the playground as “da bomb”. After our recent visit to the New Museum, we needed to catch our conceptual breath. Sometimes its hard to remember that a printout of Mel Gibson attached to a rod does not represent the end-all-be-all of creative human endeavor.

It was difficult coming down from our art-rage, but we were able to think of some pieces that didn’t create the urge to push overweight tourists in front of busses. The Venus De Milo (lost her arms in a bar fight). Dogs Playing Poker. These paintings done by a monkey. Glorious – our hope in humanity was almost restored.

Almost that is, because Monkeys are only half human. We still needed +.5 to get us over that nefarious hope hurdle. Where to turn? If we couldn’t get there, we were surely doomed to a non-glamorous life of being moved by Monet water-lilies. We’re not sure how stultifying his pastels could prove, but we imagine that it’s analogous to having locked-in syndrome.

Luckily, we thought of the West Village stalwart Art Bar – the true centerpiece to any drunkard’s collection. What better to whet your appetite for more art than a 2-for-1 happy hour (better hurry up and enjoy as much “more art” as possible – happy hour ends at 8). The cozy booths are perfect for plotting your next Munch heist. And, most importantly, there is very little actual art to be seen. They have a gallery in the back featuring some local artists – but we much preferred sitting up front and watching the locals morph into masterpiece worthy subjects after downing a nip too much. We snapped a picture of one with our camera phone:

Art Bar – 52 Eighth Avenue – Between Horatio and Jane

Barfly’s Portraiture in Macaroni – 4 olives –. Apparently plopping a shark in a tank gets you all the attention these days. But, watch out Hirst. Once we cover these things in dung, your record auction numbers don’t stand a chance!

The New Greek and Roman Galleries at the Met – 4.5 olives – We haven’t seen them, but we figured rating them would increase our street-cred, hoighty-toighty style.

Paying $6.00 for two draft beers – 5 olives – Surely it should have been more crowded. But, you know what they say – true brilliance is never recognized in its day!

Comments

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Great write up. It is indeed the chance encounters with friends that can be really enjoyable.*

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I would like to have more bars like this one in this city, due to the fact the food, the service and especially the ambiance are fantastic in Art Bar. I have not suggestions for this place, by the simple reason everything is perfect there.

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Comtemporary art shows all the emotions and tendencies that we have lived so I would say that this type of art should be displayed even in our house. I want to visit a museum that shows this type of art.

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watch out Hirst. Once we cover these things in dung, your record auction numbers don’t stand a chance!