He can barely walk a single block in all of New York without seeing at the foot of a holy bar. But there is a particular type of place that is near and dear to my heart that people have a variety of names. Some people call old bars, others may label the landfill. Personally, I prefer the more acceptable term dive bar and no one personifies that better than (Rudy's 627 9th Avenue).

Now there are legitimate rules about what is designated a den in all other such establishments. First, have to have that cozy ramshackle appearance that makes you feel as if taking a drink in the basement of your uncle. What's critical here meanness is that it must be true in terms of age and appearance, and usually the joint has not been established no later than 1974 for this to be thus. In fact, the higher the better. Any place that is made to look like a dive bar on purpose, and was improvised in recent years is a scam pure and simple should not be frequented. Secondly, the drinks and food available should be very cheap. Finally, it should avoid any intention or self – appearance of being fashionable. Sometimes it can be fashionable without realizing it, but we can not hold that against the bar. It is especially important not to change the bar to suit to customers the latest hip that may try to invade.

Rudy has been a fixture in Hell's Kitchen from a time when the neighborhood was really deserves it moniker. The area has gentrified since then, but Rudy has remained exactly the same to the torn, red vinyl U-shaped booths. The regulars are in their places usual sharp 12 hours, and travel from afar to capture their hard earned seats. Customers here are the cast of characters you'd expect to live in a set like this.

A retired elderly couple knew it would be regular walk on the bus almost every day from New Jersey and take his place usual by the front door. We got to talking with them one evening earlier and told us they had been married 60 years. I asked the usual question about how what is striking is that long with another human being. The upstream husband dryly, "You just do not talk to each other more." And the woman did not flinch in the commentary.

There is a small hot dog toaster on the counter bar, and are welcome to take one for free. I confess that I have rarely seen anyone eat however. There is something very appealing about those ties forever spinning meat sat in the bar, and free no less. Something's not right. After all, nothing is really free in New York. If you feel you really need to eat something, go right next to Burritoville.

The beer here is real cheap, and Pabst Blue Ribbon can be had for as cheap as a dollar when it is special. Hey, do not tell us that the selection alcoholic beverages will be fancy, just cheap. Having a variety of hard liquor or beer line up is the norm here. You get the opportunity despised if you try to ask the frilly frozen drinks, so do not! There was a couple of beers on the house of the years, but I warn you now that there are very good. Stick brand things.

There is a nice outdoor area in the rear of the building if you want for your outdoor painting, but I prefer the natural darkness that hangs over the place inside. The decor was Rudy afterthought, at best, but someone had a sense of humor about it. A huge pink pig 6 feet in height is directly outside the door, beckoning curious customers inside.

The top bar is as it should be on a set of diving: dark wood and worn. The roofs are tin age, and the linoleum is gone from the days when it was actually from flax seeds, not the shit vinyl today. The staff here is not pretty, but I know how to pour a right to drink. What else is needed?

Later in the evening, after the usual old guard out to get home for dinner, college students and trendoids infiltrate the joint. If you are still around and above 30 years suddenly feel like the mother in the bedroom of a fraternity house. Not a good feeling when you can hear the ticking biological clock bar.

No matter who is swollen up to the bar Rudy's-a playful college boy, a retired steel worker, or the charming stockbroker, the place always be one of the most memorable dive bars in New York City.

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