I’ve walked by Winnie’s so many times dating back to my single digit years, but never once did I ever think that I wanted to go in. I still remember the drunken, worn out, old men hanging around the place. It wasn’t until NYE 2006 that I, along with Karen, Mike, and Solim, set foot into this dive. With the mostly Chinese crowd, with a requisite white guy who hangs out with the group, turning bright red from a couple of sips of beer, and the large karaoke screen complete and 80s and cantopop-heavy karaoke collection, there is no doubt you are in Chinatown. Remember, the bar is called Winnie’s afterall! The place even has the old vinyl booth seats that brings you back to the days of chop suey shops. There’s no pool table, arcade game, or a jukebox. The bar doesn’t even have a tap! It’s all bottles of Heineken, Coors, Bud, and Corona. You might even challenge yourself to down the house specialty “Hawaiian Punch.”
[Winnie's, 104 Bayard St, New York, 10013]
