The oldest bar on Staten Island, Liedy's Shore Inn. Tranquil in the daytime: not a place to be stepping on anyone's feet after dark.
What a great thread, I’d forgotten it existed.
Anyway, I decided to get off my ass today, and took the ferry and bus to the heart of Staten Island for an African Festival indicated by Eating in Translation. I think Dave maybe hadn’t been for a few years, but there wasn’t a lot to do there.
I decided on exercise. Walked up to Richmond Terrace under the “African sun,” as the festival MC had plausibly described it. Strolled a couple of miles and took some rest under the mighty pillars of Snug Harbor.
Then Liedy’s. Cool and frozen in time, game on the TV (it’s a Yankees bar). Four or five regulars at the bar. I smiled and gave them the big hello. I was bought a drink. We talked. I was lucky to get away. I was that fascinating thing, not a regular.
The place is a gem. And still has the Elvis shows.
I still had a long walk back to the ferry.