The Bar: Cisero’s
The Address 17 Suffolk Street
The price 3.25
Did they ask me if I wanted a lime No, and I didn’t get one.
What was the type of gin: It was a little known limited distillation made from the tears of the undeserving (you know, well gin)
What was the gin and tonic like It was in a ten ounce plastic cup.with a few unhappy cubes of ice. It tasted like gin I suppose. But it could have also tasted of Generic Hooch. On talking about this visit on the tour afterwards I was told people don’t get cocktails at Cisero’s. They get beer and shots. Look at me, I am an exotic anomaly.
The Joint. This is a biker bar. People with bikes go here There is a lot of talk about what goes there, and what the peopl who go there are like. On this Sunday that I went in, there were five or six guys in motorcycle leathers drinking and talking. There was a pool table. There was a sign saying that anyone selling drugs in the bathroom would be scratched. There was an odor. The place had a funk going on. .There was a need for a good cleaning.
General Impressions: I have to say, I was scared going in. I mean I am a middle aged hoity toity fellow who will order a Benedictine and Brandy on a whim (hell, I am the kind of a guy who uses the term “on a whim”)This is not my natural habitat. But I went in and ordered and kept my talk and my eyes to myself. The guys, only guys there, were willing to bring me into conversation. Simple things, there was a Walking Dead marathon on the TV and I was able to answer their questions about the show. Like I said, I am the guy who knows about Walking Dead on a whim. One guy at the bar, with a prosthetic metal leg and enough attitude to survive any type of apocalypse, looked at the screen with just a little bit of disdain and said, “I don’t get it. Why do the zombies make noise when they’re coming. Why do they make any noise? They’re dead. They don’t breathe.” I looked at him, the biker sage and said, “Yeah, you’re right.” Truth found in a biker bar.,
Will I come back Are you kidding?