Smoky Trocadero
1965
“In the mid sixties when I first started going into the Trocadero, I remember one Sunday night in November vividly. Laurie Williams came in dressed spectacularly in a pure white raincoat, he said his ‘hellos’, everyone called him ‘La Williams’. He could have only been in there ten minutes when I noticed the nicotine dripping of the roof onto his beautiful white coat, Brown globules of stale nicotine. It was also true to say that most long bars, like the Trocadero, had a blue haze and you could not see the far end of the bar clearly.”
Contributed by: John McGarry, 70