I never got into the stool riding scene. Too expensive. I liked to drink in the great outdoors.
There's a bar in my neighborhood though that seems to break even by serving the same 5 people all day long. They just sit there and suck. Old school brooklynites. You can't turn the volume up on the World Series in there because some who is on his fifth 7 dollar glass of whiskey needs to blast Bruce Springsteen. These tubby stool riders, like an episode of cheers, but weird, insular, inarticulate meat head ramblings.
You come in, sit among them, and they don't even look at you. You don't even register for these salts of the earth and the bartender who can't do anything beyond mix gin and tonic together. Oh, the bartender! Those confessional saints! Tip the bartender! You don't know how hard that is!