White Horse Tavern Restaurant Review:
This vintage bar has quenched the thirsts of such luminaries as Dylan Thomas---by far its most notorious regular---Jack Kerouac and Bob Dylan. In the afternoon, you still can find yourself in the company of writers, actors and musicians who live in the West Village neighborhood. But the nights, which extend to 4 a.m. on Fridays and Saturdays, belong to the twenty-something crowd. The White...
Bookish types "looking for literary ghosts" make a pilgrimage to this "been-there-forever" West Village saloon (around since 1880) that's best known as the site of Dylan Thomas' last last call; "legacy" aside, it's now a nexus for "beers and bros" or joining folks from out of town at the picnic tables out front.
Under Milk Wood as recited under wood bar. Everyone and their pledge brother knows that Dylan Thomas bit the dust after drinking here, but couldn't name one of his poems to save their lives (we, on the other hand, celebrate his whole catalogue daily). Avoid the weekends when frat boys take over and puke on themselves, but don't be hatin'—they're just raging against the dying of the light.
This atmospheric 1880 wood-frame bar was where writers such as Jack Kerouac, James Baldwin, Norman Mailer, and the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas threw down a few. Thomas, in fact, basically drank himself to death here in November 1953 at the tender age of 39. Order a newfangled burger, wash it down with a cold ale, and toast to the celebrated ghosts around you.