The black tarpaulin outside of the The Continental reads “5 Shots of Anything $10: All day/All night (yes, we’re serious)”. And there really is no catch. No limiting “happy hour”, no restricted access to only the worst gut rot brewed in an industrial bathtub, no cutting down a tree with a herring. The deal stands: 5 shots of anything for $10. This isn’t a fucking charity, so don’t act surprised that their top shelf is defined by the Sauza-grade, not Patron across the board. They have Bushmills and Jack. You should be doing cartwheels. There is ONE stipulation: when the bartenders are slammed all 5 shots need to be the same. Otherwise, TKO yourself out.
On a busy night all kinds hunch around tables that glisten with spilled spirits. Twisted, dry lime rinds are on the floor, in empty shot glasses, and nestled in scrunched up napkins. On a slow night only a few solo dudes perch at the bar. On all nights the thin bartenders (to the one with unreal bangs, I love you.) stand tall, judicial, on their raised floor behind the bar. The door men are very nice until you don’t walk ALL the way inside the bar after they approve your ID, but I gladly follow their instructions because they work at a joint that only sells beer because people need chasers. On St.Marks. What a fucking nightmare.
Other “specials”
4-8pm Everything $2-$4.
8pm-4am Everything $2-$6
The Continental is @ 25 3rd Ave. (btw St.Marks and 9th)
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So that’s how one ends up sleeping in a car on St. Marks. The question then becomes, who the hell has a car in NY?
Mothers have cars. Visiting friends have mothers. Oliver sleeps in mothers. I mean, cars.