Mark digs DC’s Tavern
“Upon exiting the Path train in Hoboken you are inundated with a sea of generic restaurants and drinking establishments, difficult to find any particular characteristic that really differentiates one from another. A landscape as devoid of individuality as the people that call it home for two years after college and then move on. However if you take the walk eight blocks up and eight over, you will find an unassuming door marked only with a black awning displaying the initials DC’s.
Outside there is no velvet rope, flashing lights, or booming music attempting to drum up artificial importance to pull in wondering passerby’s. Instead past the door you would find a bar individualized by its memorabilia covered walls, framed picture of Motorhead, and the strangely mesmerizing spinning blue Schlitz orb behind the bar. Bartenders that greet their regulars with a handshake and still throw you the occasional free round. On any given night you may find a DJ spinning Country/Bluegrass, a live jazz trio, or just a group of people offering you their extra slice of pizza while they debate who was more influential, The Clash or The Ramones.
Still, perhaps the highlight of a trip to DC’s is the corner juke box, a throwback that still gives you three plays for a dollar and five for two, contains whole albums instead of just a couple songs, and has a music selection as eclectic as the patrons that feed it dollars all night…………just hoping to hear their favorite songs before that most dreaded of two word pairings “Last Call!”