Finally! An authority on sleaze bars staggers into our contest!

(Stephen Roberts is a well-bread author)

Ladies and gentlemen of the Literati!

With diligence and medication–oops!–dedication–New Yorker Stephen Roberts makes it his mission to research (yes, he calls it research) the best bars in New York, and to detail his findings in his blog “Best Bar Wednesdays” (

So that is why we are so honored to have him brush through the saloon doors of our contest Wingnuts.

Please remember that this is a work of fiction.  There must be a million guys named Sully.

By Stephen Roberts


-what the hell is that supposed to mean, Sully? You’re far too philosophical for a drunk man. Lay off the hooch.”

“No, I thought if it was prepared in America, it’d be done on one side-

-done on both in it’s entirety, kind of like you.”

Sully felt a light bump. He lifted the swishing whisky from his side and studied debris in his glass. He let out a slur, “Did you use my drink as an ashtray, Hem?”

The man looked at the ember on his Cuban and lightly tapped ash to the ground.  He stuck the cigar between his teeth, pulled a handkerchief from his top pocket, stepped forward and wiped a piece of charred tobacco from the man’s moustache.

“My dear man, I’ve taken down a wild lion with a pen knife. Do you think I’d be so foolish to waste useful hot cinders on perfectly good drink?” He nodded towards the door. “I’ve waited for the right moment and it looks like she just walked in.”

She stood poised at the entrance of  “The Obituary” with a long cigarette holder. Three men approached rapidly with lit matches.

“Aside gents, this one’s mine,” said Sully.

A sear on his right hand released the grip on his glass. It fell to the ground and shattered. The bar went silent and she looked directly at them.

“I’ll just have to wing it,” said Ernest, “it pays to think ahead.”

Oh, ASHley!

Oh ASHley!


Stephen also made it into our anthology The Coffeeshop Chronicles

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6 thoughts on “Finally! An authority on sleaze bars staggers into our contest!

  1. 1948pdobbs says:

    Now that is a dosey of a name for a bar, “The Obituary”. Another good story! Where are all these great writers coming from, new names to me. I may show my ignorance here, but it want be the first time. The burn on Sully’s hand was from Hemmingway’s cigar, correct? Hope you keep your stories coming.
    Blessings, pd

  2. KYLE Katz says:

    Stephen, Excellent! Some of these lines are gold standard. And we all know the price of gold per ounce. A tight read. I love this!

  3. Diane Cresswell says:

    Great waltz with the list of regulars in the bar…which when I look at it now – they’re all dead…well except for Sully…but there are times when that is questioned!!! Really like this one – great fun and wordage…

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