We received the following from Cheese Hasselberger of House of Twelve and it made us raise our fist and cry “WHYYYYYY!!!!????” yet again.
You are receiving this because you have been to at least one Ho12 Comic Jam at McCarthy’s Bar and Grill on Second Ave. over the last four years. Sadly, those days have come to an end. McCarthy’s is closing at the end of the month (March) to make way for a new super skyscraper full of rich dickheads.
Fear not, the jams are not over. We shall find another home, we moved from Max Fish to McCarthy’s in 2003, we can move again.
We are currently looking into new homes, the frontrunner being The Lotus Lounge at Clinton and Stanton. Lotus has a great deal of space, decent music, great beers, and a nice set up. Light might be an issue, Miss looked into it yesterday and said it was doable, but a little dark. I’ll go over soon and take a look myself. Maybe I can talk them into letting us bring our own lamps, then buy some $12 swing arms from Target.
An expedition will go out next week in search of other possible locations, it will feature us walking from bar to bar going in, having a drink and checking the place out. If you hate your liver as much as I do, reply to this email and join in the hunt.
Also, please, please, please send this email to anyone you know who has come to a jam in the past and isn’t on the email list above. I know I am missing a bunch of folks, but I just don’t have their addresses, so please, if you do, forward it.
Thanks and stay tuned to www.houseoftwelve.com/jam for updates.
First off, if you have any ideas for a new venue, please post in the comments. We’ve been to Lotus many a time, but we don’t know if “well lit” is the word for night times there.
Second, HOW COULD THEY? McCarthy’s was the last empty Old Man Bar in a world of Meatpacking wannabees and American Apparels. For me and my local pals it was where we went when we JUST. WANTED. A. DRINK. No muss, no fuss, no guidos, no hookers in training. Just some whiskey and a TV turned to channel 5. Of course, the empty, peaceful nature of the bar was perhaps a sign that it wasn’t going to last long in a world of spiraling rents and boutique fern bars. The last discount housewares store on 1st Avenue closed long ago, and it’s getting so you can’t even buy 7-year-old Doc Martins on 8th Street any more. Every building of less than three stories seems to be in danger of becoming another gross, low-ceilinged, windowless high-rise. BLAH BLAH BLAH. Goddam kids! Bring back the “El”!