I would say that the East Village bar, D.B.A., has almost always succeeded in one respect: the bartender is in a bad mood. I don’t know what’s wrong with them. I think the problem likely begins with ownership and they attract people just like themselves. I think I’ve seen one of the owners: never seems friendly.
I recall a couple of years ago when I ordered a pint of Guinness at D.B.A. and the bartender brought me something like Guinness but it was a stout from another brewery. This New York City bartender never said a word, though, and I only figured it out by tasting it and then noticing the tap. What a crummy thing to do.. she figured that I was stupid, she was smart, and didn’t have to say anything. I confronted her and we exchanged ‘words’. She did buy my next round so I guess she wasn’t all bad. Still… DBA is the land of the surly bartenders.
January 25th, 2007
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