The Yelp by Chase Compton

Author:Chase Compton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Skyhorse Publishing
Published: 2016-08-09T04:00:00+00:00

124 Old Rabbit Club

Category: Bars

Neighborhood: Greenwich Village

The Rabbit Club is the bar of my dreams.

It’s the kind of place that I always dreamed existed before I ever moved to New York City. In an early premonition of my life, I pictured the dark, subterranean room filled with nothing but candlelight and a subtle red glow coming from an undetermined location. I knew I would someday find this bar, which served only beer and always seemed to be playing music that was completely in sync with whatever foul or joyous mood I was in. It is the greatest validation in life when you find the places that you just know you were meant to exist in. The same could be said of the people you choose to love. When it’s right, at least.

I suppose I fit the bill when I poured myself into the hidden door that was just below street level on crowded Macdougal Street. Up above were the masses tripping over each other and their own paltry problems; they all had no idea what was going on below. As I opened the door, I was greeted by a nearly empty bar and the soft muffle of vintage garage punk music wafting through the dank air. It was perfect. I couldn’t imagine a place on earth that I would rather sit and drink beers with myself and my crushing disdain.

I had always feared it would come to this. I somewhat expected that the day would come where I would be sitting at a bar by myself pounding beer and listening to Patsy Cline crooning “Crazy.” It was another bad day in a long line of bad days, and it had finally won me over to the dark side. I came to the Rabbit Club chasing a ghost, as I tended to do those days, and hoped that if I drank an entire large bottle of Rodenbach Grand Cru by myself, the specter of Him would materialize. I knew this was out of the question, because he was 3,000 miles away in Napa Valley spending the holidays with his family.

Weeks earlier, we had sat in the exact spot at the bar and shared a Rodenbach between us. The bartender with a heart of gold had kept feeding us beers and telling us how she could feel how palpably in love we were. He was holding onto my arm with one of his hands and clutching the glass of sour beer in the other. We swayed with the country music like we were wearing it as a costume, and the twang warmed us into a state of beer-glazed bliss. We laughed, told stories, laughed some more, and kissed as we fell into a buzz that I never wanted to go away. I was completely lost in Him, and his words and ideas wrapped around me like a blanket and soothed me into hysteric happiness.

It was another one of those places that I would never look at the same way again. Like the Temperance Fountain in Tompkins Square and Café Mogador on St.

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