Now located in the shadow of the Port Authority, Holland Bar originally made its home in the Holland Welfare Hotel on 42nd Street. Back then, The Daily News hailed Holland as the place with the most health violations in the city. Not much has changed. Brick walls are coated with ragged sports pennants and Christmas lights. Oh, and don’t forget the ashes of a dead guy; regulars chipped in for cremation when one of their own passed in 1996. Bud drafts will run you between two and three bucks, depending on how much the bartender is drinking himself. They get started early here; the place opens at 8am and the black-liver clientele like it that way. They also like singing along to the oldies-but-goodies jukebox.
