This Lilliputian dive, marked by scuffed vinyl floors, sticker-dotted, wood-paneled walls and a classic juke, is the definition of no-frills. Daily shot deals ($3.75 a pop) and the ’hood’s cheapest pints draw a dude-heavy throng of early-afternoon tipplers and nine-to-fivers. Barstools are prized commodities, so prepare to stand. When nature beckons, the bathrooms’ graffiti provides extra entertainment.
|Venue name:||Johnny’s Bar|
90 Greenwich Ave
|Cross street:||between 12th and 13th Sts|
|Opening hours:||Daily noon–4am|
|Transport:||Subway: A, C, E to 14th St; L to Eighth Ave|
|Price:||Average drink: $5. MC, V|
|Do you own this business?|
Average User Rating
1 / 5
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- 1 star:2
The bartender on Sat night jumped over the bar as if she was going to fight the customers half her age as the bouncer sat there and watched and the crowd cheered her on.
Thursday 1/16/14 around 7pm I walk in with someone, looking for a place to sit down and order drinks. The place was packed; I ask a group if the seats next to them were available – they were not, they were reserved for friends who were smoking outside. Ok. So we walk towards the back to look for seats. No seats. We turn right around and started walking back out. We were in the premises for less than 60 seconds. Right before we got to the front door, a female bartender (brunette, glasses – don’t know her name unfortunately) came over to our side of the bar and yelled “HEY! Bathrooms are for customers only!” We were already halfway out the door by then. I get confused, turn back around. I look at her and said, “I was looking for seats. I didn’t use the bathroom.” She goes, “Oh. Oooookaaay….” And just stared at me as though I was lying. I give her a confused look and throw up my hands. She goes berserk and starts yelling, “DON’T ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!!” I get annoyed and yelled back, “I didn’t use the bathroom!!” She keeps on yelling, “I’M ALLOWED TO SAY THAT!! I’M ALLOWED TO SAY THAT!!” We get into a yelling match, with her getting the bar riled up and cheering for her in some trashy drunken fury even though nobody in the bar had any idea what was going on. My conclusions: she was either a) trashed or high out of her mind while working, or b) didn’t like the way we look for whatever reason and decided that I committed a horrible crime by setting foot on the premises looking for a place to sit down and order drinks. My suggestion to anyone going to this bar: if it looks crowded as soon as you walk in, leave immediately or else the staff will harass you for simply existing. DO NOT walk around to look for a place to sit or stand, unless you want the staff to accuse you of some severe wrongdoing, such as walking towards the back of the bar, and then organize some lynch mob after you for some imagined felony. This is NOT a friendly bar; it’s an extremely hostile environment. My experience clearly shows that if they don’t like the way you look, or the way you walk, or the way you dress…. They will make you suffer within 60 seconds’ time.