Git your best white trash tank top on, marry your cousin, and mosey on over into this shrine to tackiness! Yee-haw!
I seriously laugh every time I think of this bar, and smile every time I am in it. On a scale of one to ten the kitch content is turned up to 100! There is so much attention to detail you can find something different every time you walk in. Velvet Elvis paintings, manniquins, posters, old beer signs, vintage tv’s, retro cigarette machines, old magazine covers on the walls, and it goes on and on. Best part is to grab a lawn chair seat in front of the old RV they have parked in here and sip from a PBR or Miller High Life – the champagne of beers – and soak it all in. You can’t make this stuff up.
Yes, there is a menu of food here. Think backyard BBQ style. Burgers here have that real charcoal grilled taste, and the sweet potato fries have a nice cinnamon flavoring to them. Tater tots too! Ice cold cans of PBR, Schaeffer, and Rheingold all add to the trashiness of it all. Plus, they have a few different margarita pitchers on the menu, but they can get really pricey. Stick to the beers. Happy hour from 4-7 with $3 beers! They even sell Moon Pies here! Gluttony rejoice!
Yes, on occassion there is even a real life Elvis sighting in this joint. A few times in the past when I have stumbled into the Trailer Park they had an Elvis impersonator belting out “The King’s” tunes in all his cheesy glory! I really need to get me a rhinestone outfit and cape!
If you are looking for somewhere different to hang out in NYC and like all things kitschy this is a great choice. I love cheesy bars and the cheeziness here is off the hook. It’s so ridiculous that I love it. Worth a visit if in the area as it’s a non-pretentious spot to grab some lowbrow grub and a cold brew just like uncle pappy used to do before he was put away for moonshining.