1291 Route 50
Tuckahoe
(609) 628-9800
It was a dark and foggy night. I drove for miles without seeing any signs of life
whatsoever. I felt nervous, like I was in some sort of horror film. Then out of
nowhere, the Triton bar appeared. The looks of the bar didn't really do anything to
relieve that nervousness, but I pulled in and wandered inside anyway.
Inside was exactly as I expected. There were a few pool tables in the back. It was
dimly lit and smokey. There were a few younger guys there sporting thin white trash
mustaches as well as older people. Although I was dressed down a bit, I was the only
guy there not wearing a t-shirt, so I stood out a bit. The young guys were comparing
stories about how they got arrested the previous weekend. All the stories involved
being drunk and several involved indecent exposure or public urination.
Sitting to the right of me was an older lady and her 28 year old son, who was a
divorced father. They told me their names, which I immediately forgot, because I
terrible with names. The second I told her about the site she started talking to me
about the town, starting with the first Native American settlers and going right up
through modern day. I learned everything from her favorite foods to the fact that
they had to crap in outhouses growing up. Everything I ever wanted to know about
the lovely town of Tuckahoe, I learned. It was actually a little weird because the
stories sounded like they were from the 1800's, but she really wasn't that old.
Actaully, by the number of confederate flags that I see in this area, you would think
that it was the 1800's and the civil was still going strong. I guess Tuckahoe
developed a little later than other areas of the state.
The beer was cheap and so was the food. I ordered a Bud and some fries and the
bartender, who was also the cook, ran off into the kitchen and made me some fries.
She was pouring beers and then running back to the kitchen to make people cheese
steaks and burgers at the same time. I was pretty impressed.
Good Point about the bar: The bartender was an older lady who was really nice.
Before she shut off the fryer, she grabbed my left over fries and dropped them in for
a minute to reheat them for me, so they were nice and hot and crispy again. It's little
things like this that impress me.
Bad Point about the bar: There wasn't one younger attractive woman in the place.
None.
White trash factor (1-10): 10
Ratio of girls to guys: 1/3
Crowd density: Medium
Age of the crowd: twenties to sixties
Overall rating: 5 – This bar was a pretty crappy place, but I've noticed more and
more that these small crappy places have the friendliest people in them. The second
I tell people what I'm doing they open right up and let me into their club. I learned
more about this area of the state in an hour over beers, than I could have ever
learned in a textbook.
Here's a pic of my new friend and her son
