The Post Bar (A Photo Essay) ...

As a continuing thanks to M, here are some long awaited pictures of The Post Bar. With the way things are going there, these could very well be some of the last pictures ever to be taken of the place. But then again, as the regulars are well aware, cockroaches and The Post have many things in common: they can both be found in dark dingy alleyways among piles of garbage, they are both more active after the sun goes down, you can try to kill either and somehow, you can't seem to get rid of them 100%, and both are said to be able to survive a nuclear explosion.

From the looks of the place, you'd think that the building is being held together by by construction paper and edible paste, or at least the sticky remnants of years of failed and removed livers...and you're probably right! But as the rumoured demise of the establishment circulates over the squeezed lemon wedges submerged in heavily poured drinks, rest assured that the phoenix shall rise again, its wings shaking off the dusty mouse turds, its claws grasping a fresh package of plastic stirrers like the talons of the American bald eagle gripping an olive branch. It shall rise above the ashes of its former self and shed new life upon all who slouch over its chipped and scarred bartop. The bathrooms will be blessed with hot and cold running water and a toilet that glistens NOT from fresh pee droplets, but from actual cleanliness. The walls shall emit heat in the winter and coolness in the summer, not vice versa. The lights shall shine as lights are meant to shine, from fixtures in the ceiling and not from strings leftover from Christmases past, plugged into the last remaining working outlet somewhere in the back office. The multiple televisions shall all play the same channel with sound.

Hear the harmonic (or homonic) voices of the alcoholic angels rise to a crescendo, their chorus lifting our inner spirits as we lift our own spirits to our lips; a toast to all those, past and present, who have tried to topple the kingdom that is The Post!

Yes! The Phoenix shall rise again, as it has done so many times before!

Then again....maybe not...

In the meantime, enjoy the pics...

The sign on the quaint streetlamp announcing your arrival...

Chancellor Street...

Welcome to The Post...

The mural. The one good physical characteristic the bar has to offer...

The...ummmmm...gameroom. it's been rumoured that more than just a cue ball has been shot across that red velvet...

Even the great chefs on The Food Network know when Happy Hour at The Post is...

The ceiling. The motif: Nuveau Decrepid...

More to come later on. It takes me a while to post these pics on here...