86 Jay St. Bar-
I shit you not - I had completely forgotten about this place until the moment I stepped through the door. The last time I was here it was the fourth of July 2007 and my best friends girl split from her bar stool to powder her nose in the back with my roommate Coco. Back from the john with lipstick smears and flushed faces the two returned 20 minutes later to an utter explosion of applause just as a vision of fireworks burst out the window and lit the sky up above the east river. We could all hear what was going on in there above the applause and to be honest im surprised there wasn’t more of a mess. Anyhow, the staff wasn’t in the patriotic spirit of things and escorted our party from the premises. Fortunately I’ve matured allot since then and so has the clientele. I sat by the patio door with my gin and tonic gleaming in the summer sunlight.
Lazy sleepy Sunday music piped in softly to sweep my imagination away to a lost afternoon in some far off exotic city from my past like Paris or Vienna. If only there had been a light drizzle just before sunset it could have been Singapore but the 1970’s high school gymnasium linoleum floor gave away its Brooklyn roots. Next to me some tech kids discussing business formation logistics shook me from my daydream and the ice rattled to the bottom of my glass. Four dollars well spent and even though there was no room to sit at the tiny bar, the brunette behind it was a tall drink of water with a twinkle in her eye and pep to her step. On a Monday afternoon when the galleries are all closed this place is a good way to let the day slip away from you.
20 x 24 Color portraits by Paul Sunday in the backroom
As you all know I just love to go on and on about the art bt I think you should see this commercial artist / Fine artist website. The portraits are quite good …
http://home.earthlink.net/~psunday/
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