A cubbyhole is a small place where precious things are stored. Cubbyhole, an intimate, free-spirited and LGBT-friendly locals haunt on a quiet, residential corner at 281 West 12th Street in the West Village, is basically the same thing.
Hanging tchotchkes, jellyfish pendant lamps and hand-painted dog portraits lend a sweetness to the inviting space that’s made all the more dreamy if you visit during Happy Hour.
From the time the bar opens (4pm) until 7pm, Monday through Saturday, well drinks are half off along with all wine and beer (bottles and tap). When you cut Cubbyhole’s already reasonable prices in half, this deal becomes remarkable. Well drinks drop to $3.50, wine is $3 to $5 and most of the beers are $2.50. $2.50 for a pint of Cubbyhole’s own Light Lager (recommended)! You can probably find $2.50 in change walking from the subway to the bar and if you’re only carrying plastic, maybe you should try, because Cubbyhole is cash only.
Other suspiciously good deals include Hot Pockets for $5 and free balloons and cake for your birthday, should you choose to throw it here. If you bring enough people, you could almost fill the whole bar. Do leave space for the colorful regulars, though. They seemed as much a fixture of the place as the fuzzy dice hanging from the corner and their digital jukebox selections were on point (Cher, Nirvana, Mariah Carey).
Bringing them together in conversation and rounds of shots was Gita, the swashbuckling bartender who lent a welcome edge to the warm room. Her shirt said ‘Good Girls Are Boring’ and she poured with a heavy hand.
A woman in a Harley jacket lumbered in and plopped down onto a bar stool with a thud. “Well, well, look what I smell.” Gita lovingly said. “Retirement is a nightmare,” the woman replied. A conversation about the drudgery of gyrotonics, diets and life ensued, with many a quip from the wisecracking crowd of regulars huddled at the other end of the bar. Whatever their hardships, at least they have Cubbyhole.