"Flappy's" is not a particularly memorable name. Maybe it's the "F." We've already got far too many in these parts as it is: Friday's, Fuddrucker's, Frizzy's.
Is this what killed the Flappy's that was located on Delaware near Chippewa?
Well, the Flappy's name has risen from the dead as one half of an enterprise known as the Greyside Grill and Flappy's Pub. It's a little early to say if the Greyside/Flappy's combo is here to stay, but it seems to bring something a bit different to the surrounding area: It's a bar geared toward a slightly more specialized crowd of drinkers in their late 20s and beyond, offering a cleaner, more stylized watering hole.
That's not to say that 21-year-olds will leave in a huff. But everything here, from the wood-adorned interior and the fancy-schmancy hanging lamps, to the large pictures of rock icons on the wall, makes this a place ideal for yuppie couples to meet for drinks.
The rock posters were a staple of the Flappy's downtown. Taken by Buffalo-based photographer Bob Mussell, they feature crisp, colorful shots of Mick Jagger, Keith Richards, Jon Bon Jovi, Elton John, Tina Turner and -- Shakira? The Shakira pic ranks as my favorite, but I wonder how she stumbled into that crew of rock legends.
One of the most interesting features of the place, for me at least, was the music. When we arrived it was a standard classic rock snooze-fest. But suddenly, I heard the familiar "Madchester" opening of one of my all-time favorite songs, "The Only One I Know" by the Charlatans. Strange, I thought.
Even more strange? A few minutes later came the Jam's "In the City," a blistering Mod-Punk attack from the then-teenage Paul Weller, followed by Ivy's cool, sexy cover of the Cure's "Let's Go to Bed."
I asked the bartender if there was a magic jukebox, and I was told that we were listening to satellite radio.
The tunes almost made my night, but there is an obvious problem with Flappy's Pub: It is small. Very small. To the extent that, on a busy night, making your way from the bathroom to the outdoor patio might involve climbing up the walls and swinging, Skywalker-style, to the other end of the bar.
On this night -- a Tuesday earlier this month -- the crowd was slim, so there were no worries. But I can't help but think a Friday or Saturday could be tricky.
In the summer, however, one could make use of a good-sized patio. It features an outdoor heater for the smokers and should ease interior congestion on nice spring and summer nights. There is also an upstairs area, but it was not open on this visit.
Our lovely bartender was a treat, and she did something I've rarely seen at any pub. She actually left the bar and walked over to our table to ask if we wanted anything else to drink. It was a short walk, but still, it was a rare example of someone aiming to please.
Impressed as my drinking buddies were with the interior appearance, the tall, comfy stools and the three large televisions -- perfect for the night's bowl game -- they weren't pleased with the beer selections, the prices ($3.25 for a Labatt Blue draft), the bad "Flappy Hour" pun (4 to 7 on weekdays) or the aging clientele.
But I think many folks will be quite impressed and could make Flappy's a chic spot among the denizens of the five or six towns within footsteps of each other on Transit Road.
5700 Seneca St., West Seneca
Scene: Couples and single folk in their late 20s and beyond
Music: A strange but interesting mix of rock and New Wave
Drinks: Typical beers and booze
Dress Code: Anything from khakis to NOFX sweatshirts