Hundreds of thousands of tourists and New Yorkers headed for the extravaganza riverside fireworks display last night. I was not one of them. I have done it before and did not tonight feel a herring-like desire to join the tightly packed school of fellow hominids on the riverine Manhattan coast. What I did have a desire for was a quiet pint of well-pulled Guinness and some good music. I knew exactly where to find it on a Monday night: Mona’s.
Mona’s is a small pub in the Lower East Side. It is a local in every sense of the word. There is no big flashing “Monas” sign outside. There is, in fact, no sign at all. Just a window through which you can see a very dark pub that is decidedly not ferns and chrome. No wimpy idiotic ‘theme’. Just a place that has grown organically around its central purpose of beer, music and pool for a neighborhood clientele. When I first lifted a pint here some eight years ago, it was in a neighborhood which had transitioned from broken glass and junkies in the doorways to one which was merely for the adventurous, a hangout for musicians and a hodgepodge of starving artists, writers, actresses, bikers and Irish expats. Since then the neighborhood has changed. It seems like almost the whole of Avenue B has gone way upscale. The tide of new bars has not yet reached 14th Street and the clientele is still neighborhood… but you are now more likely to run into a med student outside than a junkie.
The session at Mona’s is a very informal and relaxed affair. There is usually a core of fine musicians, but anyone who loves the music can join in. Some of the better musicians take time over a long break to show newcomers a few tunes and techniques.
As you can see, it is a very homey session:
A very traditional session at Mona’s
Photo: D.Amon, all rights reserved.
Traditional music attracts classy fiddle players
Photo: D.Amon, all rights reserved.
Clearly this is the sort of place that “clever” people does not exist in the United States.
I hope a good time was had by all.
My word blindness strikes again.
The above should have read “that “clever” people say does not exist in the United States”.
As you can see, it is a very homey session:
Who’s the homey in the FREADOM shirt?
Hmmm.. A writer? A Librarian? An English teacher? I didn’t really lock on to it when I was there.