Walking down the street this past Saturday afternoon found me with a strong headache due to a lack of caffeine. For the umpteenth time this afternoon, a stiff breeze ran down 8th avenue and went right through my ski jacket, my sweatshirt, and my t-shirt and produced a slight shiver through my body. Just at the moment when I decided that an immediate hot coffee was the answer to all troubles of that particular, my eye happened to alight on the words 'IRISH BAR' and seemingly lightbulb went off over my head as I reviewed the following things
1) need for caffeine
2) 4 pm on a Saturday
3) Irish bar right in front of me
Dare I say that it was not much of a leap of logic to think that Irish Coffee would be a very good thing at that particular point in time. Plus I had 45 minutes to kill.
So I ducked through the door to find a long bar with tall chairs, a floor with a pool table, a couple of TVs with Devils-Sabres on one and college basketball on the other. I plunk myself down only to find that I have come to the wrong Irish bar in search of Irish coffee, 'coz there ain't none to be had. Head ringing at this point but still feeling better being out of the wind, here's me with 'well in that case, a double Jamesons' and a water puhleazze'
Finished the Jamesons off fairly sharpish and was getting ready to move on in my quest for coffee and was made aware that there was a $20 minimum to charge. My first drink came to $12 meaning I was still 8 bucks short and due to the headache still not in any fit state to contemplate going out to find an atm. After some very belabored mental gymnastics, 'more whisky' was decided as the only solution to the situation. The tab came to $19 and I swiped myself right on out the door.
That evening my friends told me that by law the minimum to charge with a credit card is $10. I just kind of shrugged at that one. Â Gotta come back over here some night with cash so that I can experience the awesomeness.
The End
A great hole in the wall joint. A couple friends and I dropped into this bar while trying to escape the record heat in Manhattan. Turns out this place is loaded with Marines and Marine paraphernalia. This was awesome since my buddy that was with me was a Marine. Very pleasant surprise indeed. The beer was cold and reasonably priced and the service was friendly and fast. My only real complaint is the bathrooms were pretty disgusting. I may not come back again but I enjoyed my brief experience at Walter's Bar.
Review Source:You can't get divey-er than Walters. If 2 for $5 PBR cans, an eclectic mix of Penn Station burn outs and middle aged guys playing pool and darts is your thing then Walters is your place. The bartenders here were friendly and attentive which made up for some of the grimeyness (which in its own way is sort of charming). Walters hosts darts and pool leagues on Monday and Tuesday nights so forget about playing either between about 7pm-12am on those days. If there was any question about their divey status, it was certainly put to rest when I stepped on an already dead cockroach in the back by the dart board (luckily they don't have food here). This sort of bar isn't for everyone but it definitely has it's loyal following from people who like when a bar takes the down-to-earth vibe to a whole new level.
Review Source:When in New York....
On 8th Ave (between 29th St & 30th St), you will find a wonderful bar called Walter's. Whenever I am in New York, I head straight for Walter's. It is a bar. A real bar. Pool and darts in the back, good drinks, friendly bartenders. GREAT jukebox! Nothing fancy.
I sent my friend who was visiting from Japan straight there, and he had a wonderful time!
It is the kind of bar where magical nights are made! Nothing fancy.
Walter's is the best kind of dive... a real one, sans hipsters and irony, but I have never managed to be here on a night where my group of friends doesn't constitute a majority of the patrons. Â This might have something to do with the fact that we often stumble in at 2 or 3am, already boozed up from another drinking establishment. Â But regardless of time of arrival or level of intoxication, we have always been welcomed by the 2-for-$5 PBRs and the pool table and friendly enough bartenders.
Review Source:This is the bar that never disappoints. Â Darts, pool, a rockin' jukebox, the friendliest service and cheap drinks will have you coming back. Â What it lacks in glamour, Walter's makes up for in atmosphere...especially on Saturday nights when the place turns into lesbian night. Â These ladies know how to party. Â If you're looking for a true dive bar and a no-frills good time, look no further.
Review Source:This bar is a divey delight in the wasteland that lies between north Chelsea and Penn Station (eww). Â The service is wonderfully friendly (shout out to Frances!), there's always a seat at the bar, and the space itself is decent with a pool table and back room with darts. Â It's simple, not sparkley -- and that's why I love it.
OH -- and there's this accidental lesbian party that's been happening Saturday nights recently, which is a surprisingly great time. For everyone. Random and ridiculously fun.
Sure, the ladies toilet wobbles, they don't have beers on tap (weird), and the interior screams 1989, but hey -- this is what gives Walter's its earnest charm. Lurve it.
This place is a sort of "Anywhere, USA" standard bar dropped into the wasteland south of Penn Station. Good spot for a cheap after-work drink, and it's got darts and pool which is a rarity in this neighborhood. Mixed crowd, no atmosphere to speak of, but no nonsense. Just a place to get a drink. If you're lucky, the bartender will be sober enough to serve it to you.
I'm a little puzzled by other descriptions saying it's a "dive" or "dirty" - obviously those people haven't been to Hickey's on 33rd Street.. Now THAT is a dive bar. Â No, it's not the Four Seasons, but Walters seems clean and just kind of average joe to me.
I've never been to a bar quite like this in NY. Yes, it's a dive but it's not a hipster dive. It's a true dive - think dock workers on The Wire dive. Very blue collar crowd, drunk bartender, sports on the TVs. Oddly they have no beers on tap. The Guinness they serve comes in a can without the widget. They place the can on some special Guinness-foaming gadget thingy that supposedly gives it that nice creamy Guinness head just like from the tap - except it doesn't at all. It was flat and watery tasting.
Drinks are cheap and the bartender does jaeger shots and tells jokes. There's a pool table and a dart board in back. Totally low key and a good place to go if you want to get away from the typical NYC bar scene.
Where in NY can you get cheaper drinks then Walt's. If your waiting for the mega bus and need a cocktail and free popcorn, check this place out. It's as divey as it gets. I always make a new friend, almost missed a bus or two hanging out here. When I'm in NY, I like cheap beer and good people, that's exactly what you can find at Walter's. Check behind the bar they have a great Pinup Calendar.
Review Source:An 'ok' bar in a really scummy part of NYC, reminded me of downtown Detroit but without the culture, a real 'armpit' of an area. They have a jukebox which at times is a good thing and of course sometimes a bad thing. The speed metal Gwar knockoff band didn't do it for me. As far as being a 'dive bar', its pretty close. Of course the strength of a dive bar isn't just its odd/bizarre Twin Peaks like aesthetic but its talents as an anesthetic. The drinks are good and really cheap, considering this is still Manhattan.
If you are out to find that 'special someone', you probably wont find her/him here, unless you are into that methadone clinic reject old roadie menthol smoking lizard skinned mumbler type. The guy that looks like a homeless person off the set of 'The Wire', he's here and wearing some odd glowing earpiece (in case his agent/publicist calls) and he loves to bang on the bar. Also there was some guy that asked me a question about something that was on the TV (ESPN) at the time. The language was not of this world and neither was his breath, imagine a menthol raw sewage leak or something along the lines of a colitol explosion. There was also a small selection of older sun worn skanks and others that could most beguiling be described as 'female carbon based life forms'.
Located just a few blocks south of Penn Station, if you need a cheap drunk before going home, this spot will do.
HAPPY 20th ANNIVERSARY WALTERS!!!!
Tony and the guys/gals here (even if Oregon St. fans) do a great job and always make sure that everyone is having a good time.
Although I can only say that ive only been apart of one week, of those 20 years, i must admit that that one week at Walters was fantastic.
I think that was a run on...but who cares, as long as the Jameson is getting poured and the dart lane is open!
In a great location a block from MSG and a great bar overall
Uhhh...this is just bad; no other way to put it, folks. Walter's looks like a cheap Irish pub (complete with faux brick walls and neon green shamrock lights and pool tables). Though, the music selection seems to have time traveled to Hot Topic in 1999 with bits of Marilyn Manson, Tool, and White Zombie. But! There will be some 1960s Mommas and the Poppas thrown in and Avril Lavigne -- just to screw with you. I couldn't even get my head around that.
The crowd left a lot to be desired: sparse and those leftover were of the shady character persuasion. I prefer not to be creepily ogled by a random dude in an all white ensemble, but that's just me.
Oh, and to top off this monstrosity, my drink was messed up. How on this green earth someone could mess up a gin & tonic is beyond my comprehension. And I have a graduate degree, go figure.
I was going to write a funny, well-crafted story-based review about this place that involved me kicking the doors open Wild-West style, having the bartender slide a beer down the bar to me and then kicking someones ass with a tire iron, but I decided to just let you know how great this place is in general.
The place is small, dirty and not bright inside (but not super dark). Â Silver Strike bowling in the back and a dart board as well. Â Pool, too (nice table, surprisingly). Â
Service was friendly and prices were cheap. Â $5.50 for a strong Jack and Coke, like $3 for a Corona. Â Domestics were cheaper. Â I pay more at the Duane Reade across the street from my co-op!
The bartender actually did start sliding the drinks down the bar (which was awesome) after our first round which TOTALLY caught my buddy off guard - he made a beautiful save, though and didn't waste a drop of his beer.
Crowd is all locals, everyone seems to know each other. Â Close to Penn Station (this area SUCKS) but didn't seem to be infected with the bile that seeps out of Penn Station (sorry, tourists, Long Islanders and Jersey people).
Great place to chill if you're in the area and want some cheap, casual drinks.
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