My sister just sent me an email.
The Hofbrau's gone. Even though it was more recently known as Penn Station, it will always remain in the hearts of the countless barflies who passed through its doors each morning as the 'brau.
"Gone" as in bulldozed. To the ground. It's dead. Nicht mehr. Bleeding deceased.
I worked there for a while back in the early to mid80s along with an ex-wife, ex-girlfriend and cast of crazies.
I noticed that flags are at half-staff today in New Mexico. Fitting is what I say.Here's a couple of Tributes from around the world
I'll be sure to post some reminiscences in the near future from my time spent there.
Who dosen't remember going to the 'Brau' at 5:300a.m. for the "early bird eye-opener"? The only place in town where you could get a shot and a short beer for .75 cents.
ReplyDeleteIf you could stand the smell of Aqua-Velva at that time in the morning, you had it made. Caddies were parked behind the bar and old men with blue polyester pants and white shoes made up the regular crowd at 5:30 am.
"I shed a silent tear when I saw the place go down." -Wayne Newton, commenting on the dimise of the Dunes in Vegas.