Steve B.
Yelp
Please pardon me if this gets a little overwrought but, God!, how I love a good bar! I used to work in the neighborhood, running a restaurant that was only open for lunch. After we'd close, at 3, I'd always go down to the PSS and have a pint or three, read, people watch, or just enjoy the rain on the window. The first table on the right, in the front window, in the room where the bar is, that was mine and the bartenders held it for me without being asked. I write a lot and once wrote a play there (the best one I ever wrote), working every afternoon for two weeks, using many of the faces I saw coming in and out as inspiration. I've seen John Corbett, Rob Morrow, Darren Burroughs, Jay Buhner, Carrie Akre, Sara MacLachlen, and, one slow grey afternoon, Edgar Martinez there, having a quiet beer with a friend. Yeah, it's badly lit, a little loud, starkly decorated, a little generic...hell, I say all that like it bad stuff! That's what's so good about it. I could easily picture Hemingway sitting there, at a back table, plotting out a new novel; Sartre ruminating alone on the inequity of life; Sean Penn doing a character study. It's the exact opposite of a place To Be Seen. It's a great place to be invisible, to think, to dream, wool-gather, scheme, or Talk - remember talking? With friends? About everything, for hours, over beers? - about anything, everything, and everything else. One snowy December night, it was full of people who couldn't go anywhere else on the treacherous streets and the whole bar got to know each other, bought each other beers, immersed itself in a sort of Foxhole Freedom, in which strangers become brothers in adversity. It was beautiful that night and that night only, probably. It's really just a bar...but that's a really great thing to find.