The nice lady with the blond wig and penciled eyebrows is Lucy. Alphabet City residents of all ages shoot pool on the two worn tables and select tunes from a jukebox that features Paul Stanley and Stan Yankovic (the polka king). Come at night for lively atmosphere; in the light of day, the place seems more like Harry Hope’s Last Chance Saloon.
|Venue name:||Lucy’s a.k.a. Blanche’s Tavern|
135 Ave A
|Cross street:||between St. Marks Pl and E 9th St|
|Transport:||Subway: L to First Ave; 6 to Astor Pl|
|Price:||Average drink: $4. Cash only|
|Do you own this business?|
People bitch about how much the East Village has changed, but a lot of venues on Avenue A look a lot like they did 20 years ago when I first got to NYC—least of all Lucy's. The beers are cheap, the bathrooms are kinda gross and the crowd is an awesome mix of old-school East Villagers, Eastern European immigrants and slumming college students. Don't let the creepy exterior fool you. There vibe here is almost always friendly and relaxed; it's one of the least pretentious dives you'll find below 14th Street.