Sometimes you want to go, where everybody knows your name.
Every once in a while you need a shot of whiskey to the face. Other days, you need two. Personally, it’s been hard to find a bar near by where I live to walk into, get chocolate wasted, and stumble back to my apartment with ease. After a long stressful day at work, I found myself in need to unwind and vent my problems to a bartender willing to lend an ear. Instead, I went home, got drunk by myself and then cried myself to sleep, Monday thru Friday.
It was mid October, the NY Mets were in the playoffs and I needed a drink. BADLY. My buddy Matt Marlinski, singer- songwriter and nervous Met Fan, suggested we go to this new bar around the corner of his apartment called Birdy’s. Knowing that I would need a drink to numb the pain that would come watching my beloved Mets, I said why not. As soon as I walked into Birdy’s , I was immediately greeted by the bartender and owner Andy, and sat myself down. With a Quentin Tarantino inspired playlist playing in the background, he started me off with a complimentary beer and a shot. Looking around, i felt like i just walked into a set of a wild wild west movie with its decorative vibe and aesthetic. It was at that moment, I knew I fell in love.
Founded by co-owners Holly MacGibbon and Andy Simmons (who also perform music as the dreamy goth-rock duo Weeknight), the amazingly designed spacious bar illustrates an intimate and cozy spot for friends to gather. It was obvious this place was special, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Was it the clean floors?, the dim colored lights on the ceilings?, the old fashion 70’s decor?, maybe its the 5 different pinball machines in the back?, or the foosball table?, 0r the photo-booth?, perhaps its the fact that every girl that walked in looked liked some sort of variation of Emma Watson. It could also be the fact that—-WAIT, METS JUST SCORED. TIME TO TAKE A FREE SHOT….. What was I talking about again? Was that shot number 7 or 8…or was it 12? It doesn’t matter, I was right where I needed to be.
This continued for several weeks. I came back from a long day, walked into Birdy’s and sat down at my designated seat, grabbed a beer, played a round of pinball and told Holly, the bartender, all my hopes and dreams, secrets and nightmares. This quickly became a therapeutic routine. Minus a few games here or there, I was always treated like winner.
Birdy’s encompasses everything that’s needed in a local bar. With its red velvet curtain in front of the door, projects a certain type of class as soon as you walk in. Venetian candles sets the mood, The drinks are always well made, the beer nuts are always toasty and the music is never in question. Hospitality like no other, you are treated like royalty or in my case, like family.