Our new resident nightlife specialist The Visceralist introduces their inaugural post on St. Jerome's. Enjoy! St. Jerome's
155 Rivington St. (btw Clinton & Suffolk)
NYC, NY 10002
(212) 533-1810 Bathroom situation - 2 in the way back part, both unisex. The one on the left is huge and tatted up. The one on the right has a missing doorknob, but it's ok cuz the knob-hole has been filled in with duct tape and you can hold the door closed from the toilet if you have to sit down (so that's a big "Phew!" for the ladies, I'd imagine). Takes credit cards? - Yeah they do, but don't do that. Speaking of "don't"...how many folks out here thought it was "Downtown Abbey" for the longest? Crowded on weekends? - oh hell yeah, fuckin' right. Exhausting those max capacity signs is a must. Seating - 4ish booths on the left wall, 8-10ish stools at the bar, and room for a small bachelor party in the bathroom on the left side. Oh yeah, as mentioned above, the one on the left is big. Plus it has a functional lock. Neighborhood - so close to the heart of the LES that you may as well be suckin its tits on the subway (right, [Blossom]?). Pretentious/assholes - Visceralist didn't get the "Really? No, really?" eye-roll last time we were here, so we'll give this a pregnant "nah" for now... Cost of Stella - $5, but bottle only. That's below market rate, but it's still bottle only, so...eh. What time people start showing up - about 90 minutes after your friends said they were getting there. Bartender efficiency - legit. Despite all your fog machines and light reflecting off those disco balls, the bartenders here got your back for rill rill. Official Website - none. Which is actually kinda ill ill. Food? How late - none, but Pok-Pok Wing is right down the street, so get creative. TVs? What's on - they have an ironic(?) video screen just above the bar that was showing some Russ Meyer foolishness last time Visceralist was here. Guy:girl ratio - Even Steven. Toys - there's probably some fun to be had with that no-knob toilet in the back, on the right. Age of clientele - young ladies in those black leather jackets and the weathered, long-haired burnouts that tolerate them. Space for dancing? - surprisingly no, considering they have a substantially-elevated DJ booth in the front window. The layout just isn't conducive to learning how to Dougie. Music medium, style & volume - whatever the '80s equivalent of the Killers/Bravery/Panic! triumvirate of awesome was. Specials or most popular drink - a tall pint glass of "God damn, you're still here!? (eye-roll)" To read more from The Viceralist visit [ www.visceralist.com](https://email.manhattanmedia.com/owa/redir.aspx?C=fbdb3b52e2da4288a50481fdb1af4dc8&URL=http%3a%2f%2fwww.visceralist.com)
