Thursday, September 22, 2011

Corner Pub

When I was growing up at the Corner, this place was called The Brass Rail. I always thought it was a cool name. Dad never had anything good to say about the joint other than "be careful, this place is trouble". When walking by it, I always thought I saw 'pained faces' staring out of the darkness. I even had bad dreams about it. Now, Santos, the other bar and grille there, was another story. Dad and I often went in and sat at a rear booth waiting for a large pepperoni pizza for the family. The juke box blared the Everly Brothers, neon lights were everywhere and friendly chatter came from all directions. There was, as I remember, such a strong blend of cigarettes and stale beer that I almost was forced to hold my breath til I reached the door. It seemed like a happy, safe place compared to The Rail. Hey Bartender!

19 comments:

  1. j'aime bien ces vieux pub (ou magasin) tout en bois

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  2. I used to go to a joint with my dad and wait for a pizza in a rear booth myself. Thanks for the reminder of good talks with my dad.

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  3. Amazing how the sense of smell brings back such vivid memories. I like this straight forward image of the pub, especially the little spot of red which adds subtle character to the setting.

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  4. I like that you caught this at the moment the 'don't walk' sign was lit.

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  5. Hahahaha I forgot to comment about that Brattcat. I thought, given what Dad had told me about this place, that it was a bit symbolic. hahahaha

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  6. Love that your memory is tied to music - the Everly Brothers - great to be reminded of them and the era they evoke.

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  7. :) i grew up in the land of 'taverns' - Wisconsin. :)

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  8. wow I would like to see a jukebox, this is so vintage! :)
    Thanks for sharing your memories!
    Léia

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  9. I remember going to places like this with my dad too. Nice memory.

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  10. Birdman -- Grew up in a one bar town -- it was pretty innocent. Children were not allowed in the bar in the evening. I always wondered why. Enjoyed your memory. -- barbara

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  11. Birdman, I'll bet there is a bar just like this one in every small city and every big town in the country. I am tempted to go looking for one in Hartford today.

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  12. Love the sign above the door. Did you go to the Anniversary Party?

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  13. That is a cool looking place! I notice that they even have some paintings for sale.

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  14. Another amazing photo and story!

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  15. Looks safe on the outside. It's always good to have your favorite joint in town.

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  16. But did you ever actually go in The Brass Rail? I mean. how would you know?

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