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NY Daily News - A Manhattan man is on a mission to drink at 365 city bars in 365 days and create a poor man’s guide to New York’s watering holes while he’s at it. Marty Wombacher, 51, is heading to his 59th bar today, No Idea Bar on E. 20th St., to embark on his usual routine – take loads of pictures, drink lots of beer, and post the adventures on his Web site www.aguywalksinto365bars.com. “My ideal New York bar is a dive bar with really interesting characters,” said Wombacher. “If you have the coolest bar in the world, but it is filled with jerks, then you will have a rotten time. Who wants to drink in a room filled with jerks?” Wombacher, a single guy who lives alone in a W. 16th St. rent-stabilized studio, works as an ink jet operator to support his beer habit. His favorite drinking spot? Winnie’s Bar & Restaurant on Bayard Street in Chinatown. The city’s worst bar, according to Wombacher, is House of Brews on W. 46th St. Wombacher wrote an expletive-filled review on his site blasting the bar for not having a $100 bottle of 101 oz. Stone Double Bastard that was listed on its online menu. “It is a service, he is going to all these bars so people have information.” said Klous Saltzman, 40, at the White Horse Tavern on Hudson Street in Greenwich Village. The 57th bar Wombacher visited.

50 years from now you’ll read about Marty Wombacher in text books. Magellan, Columbus, Vespucci, Wombacher. I mean what an undertaking! An expedition, if you will. A drunken journey through the biggest, best drinking city on the planet earth. Where are the hot bartenders? Where are the hottest chicks? Who gives buybacks? Who’s got the cheapest beer? Who’s got the best beer? Best food? All these questions will hopefully be answered on www.aguywalksinto365bars.com.

This is exactly what I need in my life. Because my knowledge of where to go in this city is pathetic. For someone who has lived here his entire life and dedicates himself to boozing, its shocking how little input I have when it comes to going out. I went to my first bar when I was 16 years old.  I used my brother’s fake Connecticut ID that said I was 28 years old and I walked into O’Brien’s on North Ave. in New Rochelle and never looked back. You’d think by now I’d be an encyclopedia of New York bars. But it couldn’t be further from the truth. This all stems from the fact that I walk out of my apartment, walk one or two blocks, see a couple smokes walk into a bar, and my decision has been made for me. I’ll basically just go to the nearest place with booze and broads. But maybe Marty and his quest will change me.

Ah who am I kidding I’m going to Brother Jimmys tonite.