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lakesgirl

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a couple of miles before Finnetrys on the right side heading eastbound there is a vacant lot with a sign that just says "bar". Anyone know anything bout that?
can't remember the name and it's been blacked out on the sign. the bar itself had been abandoned for years and was a ramshackled sight. it burned down about 5 years ago.

what i am trying to find out is the name of the resturant on the pike that has the blank white sign out front. the building is built with sandstone. this too has been unoccupied since the late 70's. when i was a kid it appeared to be busy.

there were a couple of old taverns on the pike closer to rt 54. one, the whispering pines stood empty for along time and reopened as horsen around. this burned down this year...boiler fire.

another is still a bar, never see any cars there.the neon bar lights are lit on my way home from work. and the building right nextdoor was also a tavern. now it's a private residence.
 

Piney Boy

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a couple of miles before Finnetrys on the right side heading eastbound there is a vacant lot with a sign that just says "bar". Anyone know anything bout that?
It used to say the marine acronym for things being out of whack, two letters.......you get it right? Trying to keep it family friendly here
 

Dusty

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Not quite in the pines...
there were a couple of old taverns on the pike closer to rt 54. one, the whispering pines stood empty for along time and reopened as horsen around. this burned down this year...boiler fire.
Your mention of Horsin Around reminds me... anyone seen the enormous wooden barn that used to have pony rides? It had the ponies as recent as last year or the year before, but it looks abandoned and maybe condemned now. I can't think of what road it's on, it could be Rt. 73, but I'm not sure.
 

bobpbx

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We used to love that old dive! Back in the late '70's; early 80's, we had a saying... "all roads lead to the 'Gibby!" On weekends, a bunch of high school friends and I would meet there before going clubbing in Cherry Hill, and those who "struck out", ended up up back at the 'Gibby for cheese fries and $6 pitchers. Sometimes, we never made it to Cherry Hill. :guinness:John-
Ha, you guys got citified! My bar was the Sportsmans Tavern on the 70-72 circle (later called the four mile tavern) and the big disco for us was the Villa Del Pino(sp?) in Tabernacle. That was our city.
 

MuckSavage

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In the early 70's, I played little league with a kid (Kevin Finnerty if I recall) whose Dad owned Finnerty's Hut. The Hut sponsored our team. Funny to think there was a day when a bar would/could sponsor a kid's little league team!
 

Ben Ruset

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Not too many of these places left. The Cassville Tavern sounds pretty similar. Mayo's seems to be a little higher class now. Where else can you get a cheap beer in an empty, dimly lit bar?
 
Well, I lived a little further south, so you'll understand my limitations. As the son of a serious socialite, I enjoyed a lot of activity warming barstools about the township. Our haunts were the Lower Bank Inn (through two owners, including Will's late daughter Marguerite who was a classmate and dear friend), The Rustic Inn (New Gretna), The Green Bank Tavern (yes, Green Bank, where an older kid pulled a penknife on me!), The Bungalow Inn (near Lake Egg Harbor), and the Sweetwater Casino (where I shook the hand of the man who designed the first PT-boat). My favorite tale involves the Lower Bank Inn, where the men would drink beer and shoot American Darts. They play was for losing team buys the next round and winning team would call the rules for the next game, which could be tough to remember after a few beers. I'd have my birch beer and watch until my dad laughably suggested they include me as a shooter. Naturally they'd laugh and go along with the joke, me lobbing a few turkey feathers around an inning or two and one off the wall for proof. Amazingly my shots would start hitting 3s and corks with the men oohing and aahing until we'd have easily won the game and free drinks. When I was about 6 years old, my dad, a NAFEC fed and no dummy, erected a board in our Wading River home and explained that if I ever wanted to be good, I had to play EVERY DAY, no matter what. Now dad has been in the Chattanooga Nat'l Cemetery for ten years, I've made my trade in the field of science, and SoCal is where I live. But I'd trade my $30K Road King straight up for a chance to have one more game with Dad and the boys back there in Lower Bank, laughing and back-slapping, holed up from the summer swamp heat and bugs under their humming air conditioner, glasses tinkling, jukebox howling, and the constant thud of steel and turkey feathers on a paper Widdy dart board...

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Sounds like an interesting childhood. How times have changed!


Guy
 
Sounds like an interesting childhood. How times have changed!


Guy
Well, I think a minor can still sit on a barstool in NJ, can't do that here in Cali, but you can sit at a table by the bar (providing they sell food). But you can't drink & drive anymoore like the old days before the open container became illegal (extortion of highway money by the fed to change the laws). On Friday nights everyone on the road in my town was drunk, but if someone's kid ran into the street to fetch a ball, the drunk would pull over, teeter out of their car, help the little one back to safety and be back on their way. If the troopers pulled you over drunk, they'd follow you back to your house and insist that you stay off the road. I assure you these are true tales as I witnessed them more than once. Yep, times sure have changed...for the worse I'm afraid.
 

bobpbx

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Well, I lived a little further south, so you'll understand my limitations. As the son of a serious socialite, I enjoyed a lot of activity warming barstools about the township. Our haunts were the Lower Bank Inn (through two owners, including Will's late daughter Marguerite who was a classmate and dear friend), The Rustic Inn (New Gretna), The Green Bank Tavern (yes, Green Bank, where an older kid pulled a penknife on me!), The Bungalow Inn (near Lake Egg Harbor), and the Sweetwater Casino (where I shook the hand of the man who designed the first PT-boat). My favorite tale involves the Lower Bank Inn, where the men would drink beer and shoot American Darts. They play was for losing team buys the next round and winning team would call the rules for the next game, which could be tough to remember after a few beers. I'd have my birch beer and watch until my dad laughably suggested they include me as a shooter. Naturally they'd laugh and go along with the joke, me lobbing a few turkey feathers around an inning or two and one off the wall for proof. Amazingly my shots would start hitting 3s and corks with the men oohing and aahing until we'd have easily won the game and free drinks. When I was about 6 years old, my dad, a NAFEC fed and no dummy, erected a board in our Wading River home and explained that if I ever wanted to be good, I had to play EVERY DAY, no matter what. Now dad has been in the Chattanooga Nat'l Cemetery for ten years, I've made my trade in the field of science, and SoCal is where I live. But I'd trade my $30K Road King straight up for a chance to have one more game with Dad and the boys back there in Lower Bank, laughing and back-slapping, holed up from the summer swamp heat and bugs under their humming air conditioner, glasses tinkling, jukebox howling, and the constant thud of steel and turkey feathers on a paper Widdy dart board...

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Great post!
 

jburd641

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We used to love that old dive! Back in the late '70's; early 80's, we had a saying... "all roads lead to the 'Gibby!" On weekends, a bunch of high school friends and I would meet there before going clubbing in Cherry Hill, and those who "struck out", ended up up back at the 'Gibby for cheese fries and $6 pitchers. Sometimes, we never made it to Cherry Hill. :guinness:

It was a shame to see it turn in to a pizza shop... and then finally get levelled.

John-
The "Gibby" was one of the first bars I ever tried to get served in, when I was 16. My brother gave me his license and the usual command, "be cool." I was scared to death and next thing I know, the waitress is standing right over me asking what I wanted. Nerves took over and I said "Tom Collins" like an idiot. lol Needless to say, the Gibby was my first attempt but not my first success.