Let the PATH set you free: Green Rock Bar and Grill
Now many moons ago, when I was a young lass growing up in the city, the world outside Manhattan was a mythical land to me and my friends. We didn’t understand the outer Burroughs, and most of us assumed they were vast expanses of space filled with green lawns and pretty white houses with yards and fences and the occasional chicken. (Yeah we were kind of silly.) Anyway, at long last we discovered the magical device that is the
MTA, and the bars and other delights of the outer Burroughs made themselves known.
Just when I thought that I had fully conquered the unknown and had become, shall we say, the master of New York in all it’s glory, a very good friend reminded me that it wouldn’t kill me to leave once in a while. I knew people who lived in Hoboken, and they came in every Monday with tales of strips of magical bars with draft specials that I associated with college bars in the sticks. I wanted, neigh, needed to go to these places and essentially see what the big deal was, and that, my friends, is when I discovered the PATH train and all of the whimsical delights that awaited me on the other end.
Easily accessible from most stops on the 2,3 line, the PATH is a quick ride that takes you from Manhattan to Hoboken and other places in New Jersey (none of which I can name..yet). The first stop in
Hoboken is a popular meeting place due to it’s proximity to, dare I say it, a bazillion bars. Sports bars, fun bars, wine bars, bars as far as the eye can see. I turned to the left? Bars. To the left? Bars. Straight on? Well the train station, but hey you get the point.
I asked to start off my Hoboken adventure with something classic and, as always, something cheap. She recommended
Green Rock Tap and Grill. From the outside, it looked like a typical after work bar. It’s proximity to the train definitely attracted the just-out-of-work need-a-drink crowd of which I am a member. We walked inside, and immediately I realized why this place was so amazing. A) Everyone in it was my age, aside from the obvious weirdos that stand out in the best of bars and B) Drafts were a dollar each. Seriously. A dollar.
We sat down and ordered our first round of frosty mugs. Round after round we all took turns buying. Instead of slapping down a credit card and nervously waiting, we each had plenty of cash, dare I say it:change, lining out pockets to cover drink after drink.
I’ll admit I accidentally got very drunk, but the point is, the music was a nice mix of top 40 hits, we had a lovely time reliving college as sober strangers became very drunk “friends, and when I looked in my wallet the next morning I realized I had spent $15, total, including drunk food.
And before you ask, yes cabs go there too.