Well, I s'pose this is time for me to make my annual (and tossed aside) rec of the Division Street Bath's. On one hand, the place is as grimey as they come. All rough concrete, worn carpet and dingy lockers. And you can waddle around in a torn sheet that appears to have been purchased at the Ward's liquidation sale. On the other hand, there is nothing like it around anymore. You will intermingle with scary Russian types, near north insurance brokers, and various people above and below them on the respectable chain. The Jacksons might be there, and I do not mean Tito, Janet or Jermaine. Yet, it is more than a people observing paradise. There is serious raw, toxin free-in', euphoria inducin', remedy of the ancients, heat. Heat so powerful that one is near forced to pour buckets of ice cold water in relief every five minutes or so. The in-the-know and secure take the cleansing several steps further with oak leaves and such--details left off of this G rated forum. Of course, when fully spent from the heat, all those toxins are quickly added thru shots of vodka, sweet strawberry pop, broiled skirt steaks and salads with big chunks of salami and cheese. This should be a LTH stalwart, yet never is.
Details on the Bath's can be found
here
Three more obvious suggestions:
- The bar at the Berghof, so you can get a preview of what God's saloon looks like.
- The Jim's vs. Maxwell Express challenge
- One of the "cabbie" joints like Kabbabish for late night Pakistani home cooking.
Think Yiddish, Dress British - Advice of Evil Ronnie to me.