The Goddess Lisa Marie
When the mostly male, rough around the edges, beer-drinking clientele of Yogi’s assemble at what should have been a national landmark, they (we) like to believe, for a few hours anyway, that they (we) could leave with the bartender for somewhere other than the men’s room there to report the latest flood or filth infesting that most essential parlor.
We also know that this is about as likely as President Obama leaving Michelle and shacking up with Gretchen Wilson (although they both hail from the Great State of Illinois).
Such is the suspension of disbelief at the barrooms.
One lusty lady, who hails from their neighboring Great State of Iowa, helps them (us) fulfill these fantasies even better than her Iowa Hawkeyes wrestle. She has been serving up her unique and humorous blend of sass, skin, and suds for some six years now at our Temple of Sass, Skin, and Suds, Yogi’s, and also at its inbred sister bar, The Patriot.
She is, of course, the one and only Lisa Marie. Now residing in the Great State of Brooklyn, she works Friday days at Yogi’s, Monday days at The Patriot, and Thursday days at the Brooklyn Ale House. She is a bartender for whom, if these shifts are inconvenient for you, you ought to change your schedule, or at least find a way to sneak out for a few hours of memorable fun.
With Yogi’s as we know it set to close sometime soon and its future uncertain, make sure to drink with Lisa Marie there on Friday afternoons while you still can. She is a bona fide superstar and is sure to land on her feet (she also has her own band) if the worst happens and the real estate infidels pillage our shrine for good. Experiencing this goddess at this altar of Willie, Waylon, and Merle is a must for grizzled New Yorkers, and beer- and country music-loving visitors alike.
We also know that this is about as likely as President Obama leaving Michelle and shacking up with Gretchen Wilson (although they both hail from the Great State of Illinois).
Such is the suspension of disbelief at the barrooms.
One lusty lady, who hails from their neighboring Great State of Iowa, helps them (us) fulfill these fantasies even better than her Iowa Hawkeyes wrestle. She has been serving up her unique and humorous blend of sass, skin, and suds for some six years now at our Temple of Sass, Skin, and Suds, Yogi’s, and also at its inbred sister bar, The Patriot.
She is, of course, the one and only Lisa Marie. Now residing in the Great State of Brooklyn, she works Friday days at Yogi’s, Monday days at The Patriot, and Thursday days at the Brooklyn Ale House. She is a bartender for whom, if these shifts are inconvenient for you, you ought to change your schedule, or at least find a way to sneak out for a few hours of memorable fun.
With Yogi’s as we know it set to close sometime soon and its future uncertain, make sure to drink with Lisa Marie there on Friday afternoons while you still can. She is a bona fide superstar and is sure to land on her feet (she also has her own band) if the worst happens and the real estate infidels pillage our shrine for good. Experiencing this goddess at this altar of Willie, Waylon, and Merle is a must for grizzled New Yorkers, and beer- and country music-loving visitors alike.
Labels: bars, beer, country music, Lisa Marie, Patriot, Yogi’s
| By Eddie Goldman | Permalink 
