Old Town Bar, Union Square, take two

Saturday, 4pm

Old Town Bar
45 East 18th St. (Broadway), Manhattan

It's been many months (five) since we wrote about Old Town Bar, which doesn't mean we've not been back, just now we have a small story to tell. We're re-designating the bar to Age Appropriate Before Midnight because, well, school is in session and we want to protect you (lower your expectations).

Anyway, what happened on a recent afternoon is this: Sara was both accused of being a cougar and hit on by her accuser, a 23-year-old bartender.
23: I'm a cougar magnet.
Sara: Why?
23: I haven't come up with the right answer to that. But...once I got cornered by these two cougars who were at a party on my roof. I had a slip + slide going.
Sara: Does that mean something, or did you have an actual slip + slide?
23: (Winking) An actual slip + slide.
Sara: (Sure she's missing something) So, you're into it? The older woman thing?
23: Well, yeah. Shit. My first real relationship, I was 19 and she was 27.
He held Sara's eyes on "27", like the age was significant. Funny because from about 19-25 Sara also thought 27 meant something. She thought about 23's trimmed beard and unclean hair. There was an attractive face, wide smile, and pretty brown eyes underneath. But none of it tempted her, not even after he bought her next beer. Sara wondered how old she was when she first drank at Old Town. Maybe 24. Wow.
Sara: Lots of kids in here now that school's back?
23: Yeah, but older people too. You know.
Sara: I know.
23: So, you gonna come see my friend's band?
Sara: I'm meeting a friend.
23: Another time?
Sara: Another age.
23: (Smiling, understanding, and not.) You should try Harefield Road (769 Metropolitan Ave. Brooklyn). They have a Sunday brunch that's 30+, and a great old wood floor, but don't wear heels or drop anything.
Sara: (Appreciating the advice, thinking he was sweet, and not dumb, sensing that's what makes him magnetic) Maybe I'll see you there.

2/27/2009 Update: AA into the post-Midnight hours, including a couple on the cusp (maybe 31) who spent an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom, half an hour after the male half fell off his barstool, we're thinking whatever went on up there was messy.

Comments

[karina]

"another time?"
"another age"
perfect. that said, i think i may have to stop by old town again. not that i'm a cougar on the prowl for young bartenders or anything. but i seem to recall that they serve a damn good burger...