Monday, January 31, 2011



The old Lion's Head Bar, Greenwich Village. There was not another bar like it. It was thee Writer's Bar of New York. Filled nightly, and daily with Newspapermen, Writers, novelists, and journalists, the likes of Jimmy Breslin, Pete Hammill and brother Denis, Norman Mailer, Frank MacCourt, and throngs of others. The Lion's Head was thee extension of the great daily newspapers News Rooms; The New York Times, and especially the Daily News, New York Post, and Village Voice too. They brought their Preists, friends, and visiting family. The great actress Jessica Lange was a waitress here.
   You could, High, Low, or Middle Brow to go. All you needed was some sort of style and grace. Unlike some of the Juke Boxes these days, the one at the Lion's head had style and grace as well. Filled with the likes of Sinatra, Dean Martin, Bob Dylan,  Chet Baker, The Stones.
   I'll never forget the first time I brought my girlfriend Dante there. Listening to Sinatra, drinking a beer, and smoking a Marlboro, she said, "I looked Sexy with the Cigarette." 
   I'll take that from a beautiful young Columbia Coed. Oh, "The Good Old Days." Are they gone. Sadly the Lion's Head is.
by Daniel Bellino Zwicke

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