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Chesterfield’s
If nothing else, Chesterfield
Bottomsley & Potts has one of the
longest bar names in town.
Often abbreviated to just Ches
terfield’s, this bar in the lower level
of Gunny’s at 245 N. 13th St. also
has one of the niftiest locales in the
city.
A discriminating drinker can
choose from the two major regions
that make up this establishment.
On the north side of the base
ment, patrons can sit in the cozy
comfort of the dining area. A slightly
overpriced menu is richly stocked
with sandwiches, salads and appe
tizers. There also is a bar serving
the usual variety of alcoholic bev
erages.
On the south side, there is the
Big Red Pool Room. This would be
where pool can be played. There is
another bar here making Chester
field’s one of the few establish
ments in town with two independ
ent alcohol service centers. But
don’t even dare to try to take a
drink from the pool room to the
dining area -- mean signs warn
against such foolish activity.
Chesterfield’s isn’t exactly a
mingling bar, but it is a nice place
to either sit and chat with some
friends or to play an intense game
of pool
with some
enemies.
-Jim Hanna
Harry’s
Wonder Bar
Harry’s Wonder Bar, 1621 OSt.,
is the little bar in the city. It’s fairly
quiet, unpretentious and friendly.
On Monday night the bar was
half-full with middle-aged locals
and college students playing darts
And they were all very curious.
Harry’s is small enough that cus
tomers inevitably make a grand
entrance when they walk in. Every
one turns and looks, probably
expecting to sec someone they
know.
The interior is simple and un
cluttered. On the wall at the front
of the bar, I larry’s proudly displays
their many trophies from teams
they’ve sponsored over the years.
Like many bars on O Street,
Harry’s is very rectangular so the
floor plan is simple: big tables in
the front, pool table in the back
and thebarandshufflcboardinthe
middle.
And apparently 1 larry’sis a place
of stability. It has been at its loca
tion at lo21 O Street since 1962.
The bartender on Monday night
said he has been working there for
six years.
Drinks arc cheap. A pitcher of
Budwciscr is $2.50, and Cokes are
served the old-fashioned way -- in
a 10 oz. glass bottle. But Diet Coke
comes in a can.
Harry’s also serves a small vari
ety of snacks. Hot dogs, burritos
and Tombstone pizzas highlight
the menu and, of course, roasted
F>eanuts without the shell. A place
ike Harry’s would have to serve
roasted peanuts. It just wouldn’t be
the same without them.
Harry’s Wonder Bar is a great
f>lace to sit at a table and talk with
riends over a Styrofoam cup of
roasted peanuts and a beer.
Harry’s can’t be labeled accord
ing to its music. Basically, the
bartender changes the radio sta
tion to whatever suits himself or
the customers. It’s more homey
that way. And the television over
the bar is homey, too - the recep
tion is poor.
And just remember, I larry’s is so
small p>eople can look over your
shoulder and sec what you are
doing.
“Hey, what arc you writing?”
“Are you a critic?
Write this jJflj
down ...”
- Cirelchen Boehr
Barry’s
I can’t help remembering what
Barry’s Bar and Grill, 235 N. 9th St.,
used to be like, and the people
who used to hang out there.
Located directly across the street
from The Lincoln Journal Star, it
used to be a great little hole in the
wall where the beer barely was
discernible beneath the overpow
ering aroma of printer’s ink.
Barry’s used to be a place where
folks who get their hands dirty for
a living would go for a little liquid
therapy. These were men who pee’d
standing up, still wore Aqua Velva
and drank their Coors from a can.
but those guys don’t seem to be
around anymore, or at least they
won’t be found at Barry’s.
1 found that out when I went
down to Barry’s with some of my
old Journal pals a few nights ago. I
was not in a particularly friendly
mood, as I recall, but that was all
right becau.se Barry’s was the per
fect place to l>e drunk and angry.
But no more.
Barry’s used to be filled to the
rafters with drunken, angry people,
but when I walked in they were all
gone And in their place, replaced
just like “The Slcpford Wives,” were
lots of happy people - people
wearing business suits who were
happy with their jobs and fraternity
boys happy with their classes. They
happily sipped away on imported
beer and played air guitar to Tom
Hetty.
I had come to expect this sort of
scene at other bars in Lincoln, but
not a blue-collar haven like Barry’s,
and there is nothing in the world
more annoying than being around
’happy people when you want to
be angry.
In the corner, near the popcorn
machine, I spotted my buddies.
They were getting completely out
of hand, spilling beer everywhere
and generally wearing out their
welcome. They wou Id have fit right
in at the old Barry’s, but tonight
they were tbrds in the proverbial
punchbowl. The bartenders kept
giving us these looks that made me
wonder how long we would be
staying.
When 1 attempted to toast my
long-haired friend with a flaming
shot of some sort of alcohol, it all
hit the fan. The booze spilled over
my shot glass and onto my pal’s
hand, setting it on fire.
Although he yelped a little, he
seemed to be all right as soon as we
extinguished the blaze. No cause
for a big fuss, I thought. But those
around us fell that we were not
only interfering their God-given right
to be happy, but that we were a
legitimate fire hazard as well. So
we left, before things got too ugly.
Left, never to return, at least no
time soon.
And so, I am in search of a new
Barry’s, somewhere far away from
the droves of
terminally happy
people.
- John Payne
O’Rourke’s
It’s hard telling what you might
find on any given night at O’Rourke’s
Tavern, 1329 O St.
People-wise, O’Rourke’s has its
cliques, just as any other bar But
this particular tavern seems to be a
Mecca for the self-assumed hip genre
of the city. And you had belter well
know it.
Other clientele may include the
pool set -- those dedicated to
monopolizing the pool tables and
intimidating the novices. Unless
you ’re one of the established at the
establishment.
'Ihe funny thing about O’Rourke’s
is that the farther you venture into
the high-ceiling tunnel of a bar, the
thicker the crowd grows, and the
closer-knit its patrons become.
Good things? Dark brew' on tap,
a wood-carved bar top, the physi
cal ambience of a New York-style
pub and some of the best bath
room scrawlings in the city.
O’Rourke’s: For
a good time,
take a friend.
- l.isa Stankus
Royal Grove
It’s big enough to hold all the
other bars in Lincoln. There’s a
pool out back. Women take their
clothes off for fun. Men sneak
mousse into the restrooms.
Everybody bangs their respec
tive heads.
What else could you possibly
want in a bar?
The Royal Grove, 340 W. Corn
husker Hwy., has been a part of
Lincoln since Nebraska has oecn a
state. Few people realize that back
when Elvis and those buddy Holly
guys were “inventing” rock ‘n’ roll,
cover bands like Tight Fit and brass
Kitten were playing the Grove to
an elite crowd of metal mongers.
Really, ma-a-a-an.
Wednesday nights were a reli
gion back then, too, for those strip
per, er, amateur dance contest
fanatics.
If you want to witness a congre
gating throng go wild while watch
ing a fellow man or woman strip
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