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I'm a huge Elvis fan. I never saw him perform live. So this is what I feel like knowing that Chaundra is coming out of retirement after three years away from bartending. She is going to be part of Little Michelle's all-star team at Blue Ruin, which I already told you rocks. The bar on Ninth Avenue and 40th Street will be the place to be on Saturday night.

I can't emphasize enough how awesome a bartender Chaundra is. She worked at three of the greatest saloons in the city (all shuttered): The Village Idiot, Yogi's and Who's on First. The girl INVENTED theme nights with her partner, Jenn. Let me put it to you this way: before Chaundra there was no Nurse Night, Catholic School Girl Night, French Maid Night, etc.

Her bartending skills are incredible. She is so fast and flies around the bar. She is a whirlwind in action. When we had NYCBP awards and voting back in the day, Chaundra cleaned up time and again. She is of course in the NYCBP Hall of Fame, along with so many all-stars. (So is Rachel, formerly of Red Rock West, who works Fridays at Blue Ruin).

Getting Chaundra back behind the bar is like going back to 1999 for me. I can't wait to drink with this woman, and you should not miss out.

Labels: bartenders, dive bars, hell's kitchen

Little Michele & Kal of Blue Ruin

The last 18 months have not been good for drinkers who like their bars dirty and their beer cheap (and served by sexy women). There have been so many closures it boggles the mind. So I was extremely eager to attend the grand opening of Blue Ruin (538 Ninth Ave. between 39th & 40th) on Friday night. After a fantastic evening, here is my take: I predict every “Best Of New York” bar list for the next ten years—from Time Out to New York magazine—will feature Blue Ruin in the Top 5. Every time.

There is a major reason to get excited about this venue: one of the partners—and Blue Ruin’s head bartender—is Little Michele (just one “L” on that). To speak of Little Michele is to speak of greatness in a 5-foot-tall package of unstable dynamite. It does not do this leather bustier-loving woman justice to boil her drink-slinging career into a few sentences, but I’ll try. A dozen years ago she put Hogs ‘n Heifers on the map; it was Little Michele who got the Page Six attention and made the place famous (it is also where she got her bar name; Big Michelle is the Hogs owner). Then she quit and went to Red Rock West; imagine if David Ortiz quit the Red Sox today and showed up in the Bronx, that was the effect. She also was at the defunct Circus (rumored to becoming a gay bar soon). Little Michele is the archetype of the classic NYC roadhouse bartender: lightning fast, filthy mouth, sexy as hell and always remembers what you are drinking.

Before going too much into what Little Michele and Rachel, another Red Rock alum, had in store on Friday, let me tell you about the bar. It is located in the spot formerly occupied by the legendary Bellevue Bar (and the lame Why Not?). None of the Bellevue fixtures are left; the new owners started with practically a clean slate. Blue Ruin is still in the process of being fixed up, but here are the important details:

All female bar staff.

It is open 7 days a week, 11 am to 4 am, except Sundays, when it opens at 1.

Happy Hour is every day from 5 to 8, with two-for-one drinks.

A draft of Bud Light (my drink) is $4.

PBR in a can $2.

Great buyback policy.

Pool table.

All female bar staff.

Michele told me the philosophy of the bar. “It is all about New York,” she said. “If you want to watch sports, stay home with a six-pack. If you want to go to a bar with girls with their tits out, come here.” The partners are going to decorate the place with a New York theme of old photos and mementos; it currently does not have any TVs but those may come (“for New York sports only”).

I met Kal, who is the other principal owner. He runs Kabin downtown, another hit bar. He wanted Little Michele’s attitude. His wife came up with the name for the bar, which is a Prohibition era nickname for bathtub gin. This makes sense, because the whole bar has a speakeasy vibe. It is all exposed wood, metal, and a reproduction tin ceiling. It already looks 50 years old. Part of this has to do with the care these two took in getting the place ready, which knocked me out. It is some story.

The floor, which I usually only notice if I am spread out on it, is made of gorgeous wide wooden planks. It turns out these came from the old Pepsi plant in Queens, and the wood that was salvaged is 100 years old. They hauled it over to Hell’s Kitchen and Michele helped plane the wood! She was very hands-on with the bar construction too; Michele said the wood for this came from a guy on eBay for $10. It is Spalted Siberian Elm and she helped install it. She also got her hands on a blowtorch and assisted in the welding of the custom light fixtures. The overall look of the bar is like a speakeasy; it would be easy to picture this place in the basement of a brownstone in 1920, and not just in the shadow of the Port Authority, next door to a porn store.

The jukebox is eclectic; I can’t say I’ve heard a more diverse mix lately. I heard, in no particular order, The Ramones (“Sheena Is A Punk Rocker” and “Rock ‘n’ Roll High School”), Arthur Conley (“Sweet Soul Music”), Tony Orlando & Dawn (“Knock Three Times On The Ceiling If You Love Me”) and the ultimate one-two punch: Glenn Miller’s classic “Pennsylvania 6-5000” followed by Gun ‘N Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle.” Michele said, “The jukebox is work in progress… it will be all New York music… you will never hear fucking thrash metal in this bar.”


Kal said the best is yet to come for the bar, which it is still being ramped up. It will take time to get it just right, but I advise checking it out now. If anyone has a stuffed lion or tiger head, please bring it in for these guys.

Little Michele is hiring more bartenders in her mold: tough and fast. But it would be extremely hard to find a bartender with a dirtier mouth, which is another one of her bad habits. “My tits keep flying out,” she told me as she tried to shove her girls back into her bustier. You need to have her drop the F bomb on you a few times.


It was a great scene to watch Little Michele and Rachel behind the bar. Rachel is a spicy blonde who always, always, always looks like she is having fun. She has been out of the game for two years, but you would not know it from seeing her in action. I don’t think Rachel will be there too often, but if she is on duty, you’ll have to catch her act. For now, Little Michele will be there most nights except Thursdays.

If you are looking for a new bar to explore, make tracks to Blue Ruin. It is worth a trip to explore the newest roadhouse on the Manhattan scene.

Labels: bars, beer, hell's kitchen, patrons, saloons

The Times has the story today that The Holland Bar is coming back from the dead. This is such good news on so many levels. It is also a sign of the times: The bar got back into its old spot because the landlord couldn't get anyone to rent the space with a jacked up rent.

According to Mr. Kelly, who has owned the bar since 1998, the landlord refused to renew the lease in the hopes that he could make more money converting the building for residential use or selling it off. But such plans apparently did not work out, and the landlord offered Mr. Kelly his old space back starting Jan. 1, albeit at a 20 percent increase in the rent. Now the Holland is scheduled to reopen its taps as soon as Wednesday.

This is great! And I am glad the Times finally is paying attention to dive bars. It totally missed the closing in 2008 of Yogi's and Red Rock West.

Labels: dive bars, drinking, hell's kitchen

Katie Jane, center.

Earlier this week I told you about the new bar coming soon to Hell's Kitchen, Whistlin' Dixie's Texas Tavern, at 714 Eleventh Avenue, at 51st Street. It does not open for a few more days, but last night I went to a sneak peek party. It was all courtesy of Murph, so thanks to Sean for the hookup of wings and beer (all free).

Here is the scoop, so far. This is not a review, more like a news report. I can't really review a place until it is open. Last night was the bar's first night, a dry run of just testing the place out. But from what I saw, I like.

The bar is the old Bull McCabe's (RIP). One less Paddy bar means a new country saloon in the city. It is a good size, maybe 500 square feet larger than Coyote Ugly. Plus, it has a back room, perfect for private parties, birthday parties, or bachelor parties. It is a great size for a bar.

The kitchen is going to be turning out wings, burgers, fries, and more, the typical bar food. One sandwich is named for Roger Clemens, sticking with the Texas theme. (And what a theme it is. The place is all University of Texas, Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders, and Clint Eastwood). I tried the wings and nachos. Good stuff.


I only saw a few of the future staff members. But met Katie Jane, who is either the manager, the head bartender, or both. A knockout. She told me the girls are going to be wearing cutoffs and little tee shirts, maybe cowboy hats. Boots for sure. No decision on male bartenders, yet, but I am hoping they don't hire any. If the girls that were at the bar work there, they'd have one of the best-looking staffs right out of the gate. However, I did not witness any real bartending, as it was just an open bar party.

I met the guys who own the bar, it is the same team that runs The Town Tavern. All very nice and enthusiastic about coming to Hell's Kitchen. They have some good marketing ideas: As Dixie's is within spitting distance of the Hustler club, so they are giving free drinks for all strippers on Sunday nights. I guess bring in your platform shoes for admittance? But hats off to the owners, they want to create a fun bar.

The grand opening is Tuesday, with free beer and food at 6 p.m. Just mention "Dixie" at the door. And mention NYCBP too.

From what I saw, the bar has loads of potential. I have to go back and check it out when it is in operation. But this team has a hit with Town Tavern, lets see what they do on Eleventh Avenue.

Labels: bartenders, hell's kitchen

When Gold Rush closed last year, the West Side lost a true dive. Now comes word that in July a new tavern is opening up not far away. Perhaps it will fill the gap that the Gold Rush left. Hell's Kitchen is getting a new place to drink.

It is called Whistlin' Dixie's Texas Tavern. Already, that is a mouthful. And hard to remember, much less say (or write). So Dixie's will open July 3 at 714 Eleventh Avenue, at 51st Street. They have the web site announcement of a grand opening party on July 3, with free beer from 6-10 p.m. Mention "Dixie" at the front door.

Will this be a worthy addition to nycbp.com and true dive bar standards? Will Dixie's managers be smart and only have female bartenders, or will they (foolishly) stick men behind the stick? We are happy a new bar of this flavor is opening in Hell's Kitchen. Check it out!

Labels: bartenders, hell's kitchen