Ernie Steele's (1992)

I loved Ernie Steele's on Broadway. It was what it was, with the yellowing smoke-stained walls, cheesy hunting scene and wildlife paintings, people who were not interested in posing and the excellent possibility of a Cuba libre when most bars of its ilk could only serve beer and wine. Connie, Loren and I, with some other folks, I recall not whom, went there to watch the '92 presidential election returns. The first president to win who I'd actually voted for. Lots of excitement and hope was in the air.

I miss Ernie Steele's. It's now a sports bar thing, or some other such nonsense.