Della sobered up and alcohol sales dropped by 75%.
We miss you. There's a commemorative sign over the toilet in the women's room: "Della Dumped Here."
I was last there in 2003. It smelled like death and obviously had not been cleaned in years. I avoid the block now, so I'm not sure whether it is still there. Frankly, given the lack of signage and windows and the inconsistent hours, I'm not sure how anyone could tell whether or not it is still in business.
I do have fond memories of Friday afternoon Drinkie-Poo Hour and the basement Surprise! room.
My girlfriends and I started meeting there for "gals night out" when I read about it! Quel hoot! The gays are so funny. And such good dancers.
Good times. Sigh.
The Data Lounge on 46th St is useless without pitchers.
Didn't Anderson Cooper's BF Ben M start out as the bartender there?
And Channing Tatum was in the weekend strip show.
They finally got pitchers? I was never comfortable just dipping my glass into a collective bucket. One of the reasons I stopped going.
They charge an $18 cover, but only if you want to start a conversation.
I hear it's gone to shit, all old people now, like 28 and even older. But I don't know first hand, bars are ovah, I'm on ManVox these days.
Grinning (and grunting!) at Rock at r17.
It's still there, but for some reason it's become a hangout for Fox News employees off work.
Fighting Father Dunne (from St. Malachy's) was there last night. He savored a pint and sold a bunch of Indulgences.
Pat Boone, in corner booth, mumbling lyrics to "Young Love."
It's still open but not as entertaining as it was last year or the year before.
Yes, but not everyone is greeted with a smile. For instance, the front door doesn't open wide enough for a big-boned gal to drive her scooter inside and the waitstaff makes no accommodation for those with allergies and other food sensitivities.
Karen Black slouched over the bar mumbling "Come back! I'm talking to you, James Dean!"
Art Carney working the bar.
Some guy named Rumpy? I think? Chased all the customers away.
The girls from the office and I like to stop by on sunday afternoons for the potluck brunch (i made the most delish cheesecake-reese's cupcakes I saw in Goodhousekeeping, but some sow was stuffing them all in her purse! How rude!)
Agnes from the steno pool swore she saw one of our new interns there (Phillip) but he skedaddled after he noticed her (or so she says!).
They had the gall to serve bread pudding of terrible quality. I banged my cane in protest!
John Philip Law was here today in his old fatigues, for Happy Hour.
Quiz Kid Donnie Smith is still in love with the barman - always goes into his aria of yearning after a few drinks.
Mmm, cake frosting.
Do they still have the Once Around the Bar and Autumn Barfest specials during happy hour?
You can avoid paying a cover if you get a free pass on ManVox.
That barman is married to Joel Kupperman. Poor Joel, his wonderful mind is now all gone.