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Janet is looking for something here, and is also unsure of where she'll land after Yogi's closes.

The cold, cold hearts of the real estate parasites have robbed us of Yogi's. Will we ever find another home like it again?

Labels: bars, beer, dive bars, Eddie Goldman, Janet, New York, Yogi's

Nine-to-fivers will disagree, but for us nocturnal beer drinkers, would that the week had many, many Mondays. That way we could go to Yogi’s several times a week to drink with the electric Janet.

I know some of you had to watch those Robin Byrd shows from twenty years ago on channel 35 and then have dates with Five-Fingered Mary, but you’d have been better off postponing such bliss and heading over to Yogi’s. I got there around 1 AM, and you never know who will wander in.

There was some raven-haired girl dancing to the songs next to the bar. I told her if she danced on the bar, she could become famous. She said no way, and that she was already famous. I then asked her how she had become famous, and she said she’d tell me for a dollar. I wonder what 50 cents would have gotten.

Around 2 AM, guess who moseyed on in?

Labels: beer, dive bars, Eddie Goldman, Janet, New York, Tommy McNeil, Yogi's

I hereby apologize to all my barfriends and bartenders: Because of work (I’ve been called the hardest-working person in my biz) and family issues, I was unable to fulfill my obligations this weekend to go out drinking.

Labels: bars, beer, drinking, Eddie Goldman, Janet, New York, Yogi’s

The broke folks, the weekend drinking dilettantes, and the tourists tend to show up far less at Yogi’s on Monday nights, and I guess at many other bars, than they do most of the rest of the week. That has made it a haven for serious boozers and partygoers that night over the many years this wondrous dive has been open. Legendary bartenders have ruled Monday nights for over a decade, including Elizabeth, Myriam, and Julie. (Look up their pictures on the site, or let Kevin add them here.)

Since February of this year, a veteran beerslinger has called Yogi’s her home on Monday nights: the one and only Janet.



Janet had already made her mark at the grand old Village Idiot, but now has inherited this prized slot to entertain the crowd while helping getting them all jacked up. While her predecessors largely made their reputations on Monday nights at Yogi’s, Janet took over this spot with her place in the Hall of Fame long ago reserved.

Now she has been joined, for at least one night, by a newcomer to this little subculture of bars, the lovely Krystle.



Krystle comes to New York from the great state of Alabama, and though new to Yogi’s and The Patriot, she had heard many of the songs on their jukeboxes back home. She moved to New York to become an actress, and until she becomes a superstar or whatever she wants to be, we will see her here, as she has recently been hired by Tommy McNeil’s brain trust.

So there is plenty to drink at Yogi’s.

Labels: beer, Eddie Goldman, Janet, Krystle, Yogi's