G. D. Colonial. Â
This place is part of the "other Newport", the Newport not represented by the pastel-clad "NEWPORT" t-shirt wearers, the salmon-pants & loafers-no-socks crowd, or black shirt product-in-my-hair bros and I'm-a-dumb-cunt sis's.
What an odd place. Â Kind of great, though. Â They used to have Metal Thursdays, where they played Maiden and Dio and shit like that. Â It seems like every other time I've been there, all is heard is the sound of low volume non-HD TV tuned to random channel and the banter of townie-woes. Â
The drinks are cheap and strong as shit. Â At times it can be filled with all kinds of fun characters, and at times it's 2 or 3 near-mutes in a staring contest with their pint glass and/or pack of Mustangs on the bar. Â But predicting when these crowds will be there is nearly impossible. Â
However, it is always a mandatory stop when you've gone to where the lights DON'T shine so bright on Newport's Broadway.