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* Tainted Lady Lounge
From City Rag:
"Tainted Lady Lounge is off to a howling start! the newest project from NY bar legend Deb Parker (NoTell Motel, Babyland, Beauty Bar, Barmacy) opened at Grand and Havemeyer ... Deb's artistry is in bringing together unusual, amazing collections; surrounding them with sexy and comfortable design, lighting and music; and topping it off by filling the bar with cool people (staff and patrons.) the result is a bar that's funky, dark, intimate, detailed and crazy fun, with a fantastic collection of naked lady paintings."
From New York Magazine
"Williamsburg's sauciest lounge is the brainchild of Deb Parker, the rock 'n' roll impresario who opened Beauty Bar and Barmacy (now Otto's Shrunken Head). With wall-to-wall painted pinups-the work of a talented upstate truck driver-and a retro pattern of blue and gold glitter on Kelly green walls, the interior is as dazzling as a showgirl's decolletage. The cocktails pay cheeky tribute to old-school stars with rocky reputations, such as Hedy Lamarr's Silk Stockings, a surprisingly tasty, frothy pink drink made with tequila, creme de cacao and grenadine, and the strong, tropical Zombie dedicated to Frances Farmer. The crowd tends to be young, attractive and generously tattooed, energizing an open-minded, anything-goes atmosphere. An all-female jukebox, as well as laptop DJs mixing Irma Thomas, Dolly Parton and Peaches, righteously back up the babelicious scene.-Karen Hudes "
From Village Voice
"A lounge for tainted ladies, or maybe just ladies with a sketchy past marred by drugs, sex, and the occasional beating (and no, the lady is never the victim). This, clearly, should appeal to everyone."
From Shecky's
"The female breast has been unfairly stigmatized for too long. How can we achieve equality while shaming female nudity? Why can male Coney Islanders take their shirts off, but like-minded women face arrest? What Williamsburg bar offers a retro-smooth aesthetic and martinis mixed, shaken, and poured between the brilliant breasts of a burlesque performer? The first two questions may never be answered, but the last one was (and how!) at the June 2004 opening of this oddly cozy lounge. Sure to polarize the grad students, the bar's décor re-presents a panorama of nude womankind: 1930s stripteasers loop on the TV, the jukebox is proudly one-gendered, and the walls are covered in every flea-market, county-fair prize painting of a nude this coast could offer. Can't live with 'em? Frame 'em."
Comments
This place is closing. No real money to be made in Williamsburg for Deb Parker.
Posted by: TT Boy | June 30, 2006 04:14 AM
I love this place. It reminds me of a cool place that should really be on Decatur Street in New Orleans. The staff is really friendly and accomodating. This place is rock n roll at its finest and I LOVE THE DECOR!! Grand Street rules in the land of bars like this, Clems, and Lucky Cat. My only gripe is that the menu changed and you can't get the scrambled tofu anymore.
Posted by: Stella Marie | April 19, 2006 07:29 AM
That's no lady, dude. That a manikin.
Manikin's don't have any money.
Posted by: Taint | April 15, 2006 02:02 AM
I have never been here but if that fat chick puts beer between her ugly boobs I would puke on her and ask her to pay me.
No thanks.
Posted by: Mark Truit | February 7, 2006 04:09 AM