Bow-Wow Bar
I've heard it said that there are two kinds of people in this world: dog people and cat people. If I had to choose, there really is no contest. I'm a dog person. End of story.
I've never had one mind you, but I just know nonetheless. I'm completely smitten with my next door neighbor's Maltese named Frida and I already have a name picked for the Golden Retriever I hope to get someday, when I have a bigger apartment and a lifestyle more compatible to dog-ownership. (The name is Midas by the way. Cute without being cloying, yes?)
Anyway, if we can divide the world into two sorts of people, I think it appropriate to divide the world's watering holes into two sorts as well: dog bars and, well...just bars.
I'm sure you all know what a regular bar is. They come in many shapes and sizes: small, large, long, wide. They come in varying vibe: swank, divey, funky, casual, frat.
But, a dog bar is a saloon of a different breed. It is a place where men and women are encouraged to imbibe with man's best friend at their side. And, unlike those misguided fools who deign to bring little children into a grown-up watering hole with their strollers and sippy cups, canine owners are usually quite careful to only bring their pooch were its welcome and appropriate. (Fido in The Oak Room is a big "no.")
In my experience, most dog-friendly drinking establishments are fairly casual in atmosphere, but aren't so divey as to attract a bum contingency. (Who would want to bring Rover somewhere where he might catch fleas?)
Last night, I was happy to find such a spot in the middle of Long Island City: L.I.C. A haven from yesterday's gloomy rain, the place boasts high ceilings, exposed brick, an antique wooden bar, rough-hewn tables, chairs and benches, a breathtaking ornate, gilt-framed mirror and a large patio. Add a friendly bartender, an admirable selection of beers, wines by the glass and a few nosh items and you've got the picture.
But, as soon as a large pup named Robert walked through the door I was in love. Not long after, a frisky canine named Gracie joined the fray. This twosome quickly became a couple of furry ice breakers for everyone in the bar. There was something endearing in the way that they lifted patrons' spirits with their adorable faces and playful antics.
It was official: they were bar stars and they knew it. We knew it too and were more than pleased to stand in line for autographs - or, in its place, a pet or two.
Other "bow-wow bars" that I recommend are Von in the East Village and the Brookyn Inn in the Boerum Hill section of Brooklyn.
And, if I walk into any of these drinking spots and find out that one of you stole the name Midas for your new Golden Retriever, there will be hell to pay - or, in its place, a beer or two.