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Sophie's 509 East 5th Street, by Patrick (6/27/99) I admit that I've been having writer's bloc lately and have been trying to convince some of my friends to help out with the bar reviews. Over lunch today, I tried to enlist my old friend Adam. In his typically self-effacing manner, Adam replied that outside of 7B and Sophie's he didn't know any bars well enough to do a bar review. I countered that in the past year, Adam had attained a reputation in certain circles as a lush and that he spends more time in Sophie's than it's beloved pinball machine. After avoiding the subject for awhile, he did make one offhanded comment about Sophie's that, in my humble opinion, crystallized the quintessential purpose of his favorite dive: "The people who go to Sophie's only seem to go there to drink." Words of wisdom from a man who knows what he's talking about. While not exactly a misanthropic refuge, I've always felt that Sophie's has a "don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you" atmosphere (if you want to experience the polar opposite, mosey on down the street to Ace Bar). It's a great place for a drinking binge with friends or for a few pints in solitude. While not totally bereft of bottom-feeders and losers looking for attention, Sophie's is not a pick-up joint and it's not a place to find a life long friend. It's a place with a sole purpose: get smashed and forget the problems of the outside world. With its usually low-key clientele, dark interior, sometimes-weird art, great jukebox, pinball AND pool, it's easy to see why I love this place.
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My rating: Full pack of cigarettes |
