Ladies and gentlemen, it is as if Barfly is losing a member of our beloved, drunken family. Yogi’s bar on Broadway is packing up the big wooden bear and calling it quits. This Upper West Side dive holds a special place in our heart. We usually prefer a martini, but it was always a pleasure to stop here for the cheap pitchers of beer and the peanut shells all over the floor. Yee-haw!
Our plan for the week? Sit at the glorious and disgusting Bar until it finally closes out on October 4th. Oh the memories. It was here that a roach the size of an armadillo crawled up our pant leg. It was here that we saw drunken/overweight teenagers dance on the bar with such grace (i.e. without bras). Where else in the city does every song on the juke box have to do with the devil, a fiddle match, and people sitting on hay?
Much like that fiddle match (we should know - they play the song 13 times a night), the closing of Yogi’s represents an epic struggle between good and evil. Rumor has it that the entire building is to be demolished. One less drunken dive in our glorious city, and one more point for the nefarious forces that fiddle away as the city’s nightlife crumbles.
There is no word if there will be a replacement dive – but judging by the current climate – it will likely be replaced by a wine bar. Yes – it will be chic and well lit, but you could have had 4 pitchers of beer for the $22 you spent on that glass of Pinot Noir.
We will miss Yogi’s – it is now up to Rodeo Bar to carry on the “scummy country bar” torch. We plan on stopping by for some beer before it closes down (those baby roaches just add flavor) and you should to. We expect it to be a party right up until the closing on the 4th. Only a few more days to get those bra-less fat girls off the bar and go for one more romp in the hay.