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!
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!
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j'aime bien ces vieux pub (ou magasin) tout en bois
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteNice!
ReplyDeleteAmazing 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.
ReplyDeleteI like that you caught this at the moment the 'don't walk' sign was lit.
ReplyDeleteHahahaha 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
ReplyDeleteLove that your memory is tied to music - the Everly Brothers - great to be reminded of them and the era they evoke.
ReplyDelete:) i grew up in the land of 'taverns' - Wisconsin. :)
ReplyDeleteMore beautiful memories.
ReplyDeleteCostas
wow I would like to see a jukebox, this is so vintage! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your memories!
Léia
I remember going to places like this with my dad too. Nice memory.
ReplyDeleteBirdman -- 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
ReplyDeleteBirdman, 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.
ReplyDeleteLove the sign above the door. Did you go to the Anniversary Party?
ReplyDeleteThat is a cool looking place! I notice that they even have some paintings for sale.
ReplyDeleteAnother amazing photo and story!
ReplyDeleteLooks safe on the outside. It's always good to have your favorite joint in town.
ReplyDeleteBut did you ever actually go in The Brass Rail? I mean. how would you know?
ReplyDeleteBeautiful old pub.
ReplyDeleteRegards!