“It is impossible to feel sad in this bar,” my NY friend told me, and she didn’t use these words lightly.
Through the door, and down the stairs, a tiny sunken room awaits you. Lit only by fairly lights, draped across the ceiling, and packed with gay men and broadway actors, it is a place where I imagine Kylie Minogue would like to hang.
In the middle of the room, is a piano with a bar around the edge. The pianist plays non-stop show tunes like: "I am sixteen, going on seventeen..." giving solos away to visiting celebrities or regular patrons.
When they started singing songs from the musical Annie, I almost cried! (I was so happy!!)
I didn’t know such a place existed. The closest I’ve ever experienced was on a mini-bus to Sydney, for a school choir camp. (I was very cool in school.)
Oh - for just one bar like this in Australia! Screw sports-bars. Why not celebrate musicals like we do our football?!
"Come on!!! Rain drops on roses and whisker's on kittens!!!"
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