In which a suburban native son, a citizen born of East Summit's Deantown, now an older suburban father, now a daily traveler on the old Morris & Essex, returns to the western reaches of Union County and offers discursive ramblings after a 30-year sojourn away in Gotham, Europe and Asia.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Gin Mills and Dive Bars
Union Place used to boast not one, but two, dive bars, one at each end; Summit House to the west and Blue Door to the east. Caves, with dim lights and worn linoleum and 35-cent, 6-7-ounce drafts. Today? Never. The liquor licenses have always been scarce as hen's teeth in towns like Summit, which fixed their number since Prohibition was repealed. So the licenses were always valuable. But especially after 1982 there was a ready supply of buyers prepared to snap them up at unheard of multiples and invest, hope, pray, speculate, launder, who knows? See, passim, The Summit House, The Blue Door Tavern, Uncle Mike's.
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