The rest of the bartenders were very polite. It didn’t offend me because that’s how New Yorkers are… I can see how this can be perceived as rude. “I’LL GET TO YOU WHEN I GET TO YOU! I SEE YOU, DONT TELL ME HOW TO DO MY JOB…” the native New Yorker yelled at the guy sitting next to me. I could tell because the New Yorker spoke his mind at all times, including if you were waving him down for a beer.
There were two types of bartenders a native New Yorker and a non-native New Yorker. I ordered a beer from the bartender, sipped, and observed. Since it was around 10 pm the beer prices were very reasonable for NYC. I don’t remember there being women the last time I was there (considering this bar was known for guys trying to get it on with each other). I noticed lots of straight women and even men with their lesbian counterparts. I looked at the crowd and sat at the bar. The last and only time I was at The Cock it was more of a European style bar where gay men could be men and everything goes. I decided to walk in and review this place. The decadent gay bar that I remember being in Alphabet City. By the time I got to 2nd and 2nd I noticed a neon sign and a door that looked like it was about to fall off. After stopping for dinner and having a drink I walked towards Washington Square Park. As the sun began to fall I decided to go for a walk through the Village.
