Mr Beerys - Bethpage
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I'm not quite sure how to describe it. It’s like one of those stereotypical dive bars you see in movies, where the camera pans over a gritty scene just before the credits roll.
The best dive bar on Long Island! They have fantastic live bands, and Steve is one of the friendliest people you'll ever meet. Plus, he's a big guy behind the bar!
I don't know where I'm from. it's like the clichés dipped out of every single movie you've seen where the credits are open to show a downtrend in the protagonist of the landponie looking for her soul at the bottom of a bottle. Live music is beautiful. but maybe the owner could update the look so he can't get away constantly as the broken metallica was discovered in 1985? the floor is a mix of kiefer and lost dreams, mixed with kigerette ashes and the smell of hoden. and before they tell me well how they know how that smells, how it literally hangs a crook behind the bar, almost like a hommage to the stink that comes out of the floor. there are dressing bows with hunting straight out of the 70s. Razor flat lines etched into the old wood bar, a throw back to the nase bonbon was part of these bars balanced breakfast. this place needs an update, and badly so. you go into a bar to drink your depression, not to find any more of it. some of the bartenders are openly admitted to not practicing licensed. only types that have drunk there for as long as every drink is made. these are cool young, but if they are so sure to make an old fashion, then they simply take the test for it. overall, between the almost necessary rule that they smoke 3 packs per day, even in this place to come, the groups that have burned so many bridges, they can only find here on the back standing near the abandoned rv chugging their red bulls and vodkas, and the atmosphere that screams long island lower class, I really do not recommend this place. I didn't say that the staff could not be nice, and I didn't hire a bad one, I just did. I have not trusted the glass I got, I did not want to leave out the fear of my palms that touch this floor, and I could feel that the kovid in my body is almost like a bracelet that they get from other bars. ok, you are in the old here's your kovid and enjoy times are hard. I understand. but whoever owns this place must refine or something, update them look, update them the logo, bring them in 1987 in 2023 and maybe they will actually see that they get more mozens to a place that is quite practical overall for many to go safe and finally I'm sorry, but the redhead behind the bar gives me only lord the ring vebes. I take an eye of sauron, neat.
Your experience takes a turn at a dive bar when you find yourself alone before the crowd arrives at 7:30 on a Wednesday. But I digress...
The tricky part about dive bars is that you can't really know what kind you're entering until you step inside. Sure, if there's one in your neighborhood, you might know its reputation, but often, dive bars are just the places that catch your eye on your way somewhere else, like to a nicer bar. I was at a Starbucks in Bethpage, trying to break the monotony of my usual writing spots, and I considered attending an open mic. I spotted one happening at Mr. Beery's, just 0.3 miles from Starbucks. After finishing some work, I drove over. Mr. Beery's is located in a corner of a strip mall on a somewhat hit-or-miss section of Hempstead Turnpike, next to a place called Brothers 3 Pools. I've always disliked the name Brothers 3 Pools, but that's a discussion for another Yelp review, especially since I don’t have a pool and only one brother. From the outside, Mr. Beery's has that sketchy vibe—you wouldn't want to walk in with your hands in your pockets, feeling like you might get jumped at any moment. By the time I arrived, it was just past 7:30, and the crowd featured a few tattooed individuals who seemed like they could easily throw me through a window if that was the theme of the night. The bar’s layout is narrow, almost like the two lanes of an old bowling alley, with a little nook for the entertainment. The men's room has a sign that instructs you to PUSH IN [the handle] TO FLUSH—which I can confirm is accurate. But let's not dwell too much on the restroom; I'll reserve a more thorough review of that for a potential Yelp spinoff called YelpPublicBathrooms, starting with its rather uninspired yet fitting title. If I stopped the review here, you'd probably think this was just an average dive bar. However, upon reaching the actual bar (isn't it funny that "bar" can refer to both the area where you sit and the entire establishment?), I noticed something that elevates Mr. Beery's to a cool status: the beer selection. I'm a bit of a beer snob, and in addition to the typical options (like FIVE Miller Genuine Drafts for twenty bucks—the “Champagne of Beers,” indeed!), they offer some fantastic choices (just to name a few of my favorites): La Chouffe, St. Bernardus Abt 12, and St. Bernardus Tripel. Not only are these beers on tap, but they come from branded taps. My Tripel was poured from a fancy tap featuring a grinning St. Bernardus monk action figure, clearly blessing my wise choice. I enjoyed my beer (served in a fancy tulip glass!) while the jukebox played an eclectic mix, including "Forever" by Throwdown, "Scratch the Surface" by Sick of It All, a classic smash hit from Motley Crüe, an unrecognizable tune that made Tom Waits sound like Ella Fitzgerald, and "White Lines" by Melle Mel. I thought to myself, this is quite the dive bar—not a dive bar from hell. I didn’t stick around for the open mic—and by the way, there’s a nearly full-sized bear in the corner. Maybe it should be called Mr. BEARY'S. Four stars!
