I wasn't a social drinker. I used to say that I didn't want to go to bars because they were full of assholes like me.
I bought a bar because we got banned from playing everywhere else. We were too nuts, and everyone was scared of us. It was Des Moines, Iowa, remember.
Everyone feels like they would love to be a really cool bartender in a really cool bar, but you're still surrounded by people who want to destroy themselves with alcohol. When you look at it that way, it's not that much fun.
Looking back, we had the hard time, but the privilege, of actually coming up playing biker bars and little bitty college bars.
I'm nearly 50. I'm past being photographed falling out of bars.
Let's get out of these wet clothes and into a dry Martini.
Happiness is a dry martini and a good woman ... or a bad woman.
Usually, if I'm yelling at the TV, I'm in a bar. If I'm by myself, and it's not a game, I often find myself scolding reality stars that can't hear me through the television set.
Early rising is no pleasure; early drinking's just the measure.
The martini: the only American invention as perfect as the sonnet.
The saxophone is the embodied spirit of beer.
I met her in a club down in North Soho, where you drink champagne and it tastes just like Coca-Cola.
My job playing Sam Malone was to let the audience in, to love my bar full of people. And that informed my life.
Instead, I quietly excused myself and went to the bar, to commune with spirits I know how to relate to.
You have city centre pubs where men go to meet girls, not realising that all girls in city centre pubs have thighs like tug boats and morals that would surprise a zoo animal.
I have very fond memories of Basil's Bar. It was an extraordinary place. You would go for a drink and it would be empty except for the bar bore, which was David Bowie.
Why do we celebrate the opening of a bar so much?
I've always wanted to walk into a hotel, sit at a piano and play 'Piano Man.'
Her name was Maude and she drank whisky all day from a fruit jar under the counter.
I remember back in Detroit, I used to go to the Apex Bar every night after I got off work. The bartender there used to call me Boom Boom. I don't know why, but he did.
'Pong' hit the fancy. It was sort of the perfect storm of a game which has two players highly social, a game that women could play better than a guy, and sort of an acceptance of this social nature of games in a bar.
Sit around the bars, talked to people, ate in the restaurants, and chatted with the old ladies on the street. Fishermen are pretty much that way.
I like to go to bars and bang really ugly girls, I just like to, I'm just a sick guy.
Going to a bar or pool hall doesn’t mean you’re a drunk, just like sitting in a henhouse doesn’t make you a chicken. It’s the same in the opposite setting. Sitting in a church building doesn’t make you a follower of Christ.
The waitress brought me another drink. She wanted to light my hurricane lamp again. I wouldn't let her. "Can you see anything in the dark, with your sunglasses on?" she asked me. "The big show is inside my head," I said.
