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The Long Island Newbridge Inn

The Newbridge Inn from the air. The building closest to the road was the Restaurant/Bar. The building in the back was the owner's home. Photo by Paul Dame.  Used with permission.

The Newbridge Inn from the air. The building closest to the road was the Restaurant/Bar. The building in the back was the owner's home. Photo by Paul Dame. Used with permission.

The Newbridge Inn was located near the corner of Jerusalum Avenue and Newbridge Road in North Bellmore, New York. Though it was a fixture in the community for more than 100 years, I've been unable to find any record of it online. A nondescript office building now occupies the space where this interesting piece of Long Island history once stood. I wish I had the foresight to take pictures of the old place that played such a prominent role in my youth.

A Neighborhood Fixture

The two-story wooden building, constructed some time in the 1800's, stood just off the corner, between the Junior High school and a gas station. There were entrances to the pot-holed, dirt parking lot from both roads. Standing near the rear entrance was a World War II era airplane.

Walking in from the front, you entered the tavern. A jukebox and cigarette machine were on the left and a long mahogany bar was on the right. A wooden airplane propeller was mounted on the wall over the cash register. Straight ahead and to the right was the rear exit. Just ahead and to the left was the dining room. The place was dark and smelled like history and beer. The dining room floor was uneven and flexed as you walked.

According to local legend, the place had been an inn since the 1800's, serving food and drink to weary travelers.

A WWII training aircraft that is similar to the one parked in back of the Newbridge Inn. Photo Copyright 2012 John Petino.

A WWII training aircraft that is similar to the one parked in back of the Newbridge Inn. Photo Copyright 2012 John Petino.

A Youthful Discovery

My first encounter with the Newbridge Inn was when I was five years old. My friend Tommy Brody and I used to go wandering every day in the summer. Back then children had a lot more freedom than they do now. We were about a mile from home one day when we spotted an airplane in someone's backyard. We were pretty adventurous and decided to check it out. As we walked around the aircraft, a man came out of the house. We expected to be told to leave, but instead he said that we could go inside the plane if we wanted.

We climbed into it from a hatch behind the left wing. Tommy took the captain's seat and I sat in the second seat,. The glass canopy was over our heads. We practiced jumping out of the hatch as if we were paratroopers. We took turns "flying" the plane and gunning down Messerschmitts.

At home, our parents were a bit skeptical about our story, so we showed them where it was. I don't have memories of other childhood visits to the plane, but I'm sure we must have gone back many times.

Long Island Pizza - The Early Years

In the late '50s and early '60s, you usually had to go to a restaurant or bar to get pizza. Pizza parlors weren't in every strip mall as they are now. A place would either sell round (Neopolitan) pizza, or square (Sicilian) pizza. Your only choices were "regular" or "large".

Lombardi's on Merrick Avenue in North Merrick, was an Italian restaurant with white linen tablecloths, and a popular place for families to go after school concerts and events. A regular pie was $1.00 and a large pie was $1.15. My friends and I would occasionally go there for lunch if we could come up with the money. We would splurge and get a large pie with extra cheese for $1.25. We were big spenders.

There was Spertino's on Jerusalem Avenue across from Carvel, which was sort of an old man's bar. It had a separate entrance on the right to a very small area where you could pick up pizza to go. The pizza was unique. It was square like Sicilian-style, but the crust was thinner. It had only a hint of sauce, a lot of oregano, and was kind of oily. I remember it being very good. You would see old man Spertino making the the pizza in the hot kitchen, sweating profusely. We used to joke that it was the sweat that made the pizza so good.

And then there was the Newbridge Inn. They had the round kind, and though it wasn't as good as Lombardi's, it was open late. If you wanted a pizza after eight o'clock on a weekday, this was your only choice. I remember going to pick up a pie we had ordered. I was probably eleven or twelve and my mother waited in the car while I entered the bar to get the pie. It was a completely alien environment to me. The dark room was lit only by the glow of neon signs. Men on bar stools hovered over their drinks and cigar smoke wafted through the air. I remember feeling that I couldn't wait to get out of there.

The actual Newbridge Inn plane after many years exposed to the elements and vandals. Photo credit: Stacey Duffin. Used with permission

The actual Newbridge Inn plane after many years exposed to the elements and vandals. Photo credit: Stacey Duffin. Used with permission

Lasting Memories

Years later when I was in high school, we discovered that the Newbridge Inn considered alcohol regulations to be more like suggestions rather than laws. A bunch of us, mostly under-age, would sit in the dining room and order pizza and pitchers of beer. The airplane had long since been stripped clean by vandals, but the frame was still proudly guarding the rear entrance.

The Newbridge Inn became our go-to spot for spur of the moment or late night food and beer. It was where we frequently ended up, though it was not usually in our plans. After the movies, after sneaking into Roosevelt Raceway (a story for another time), after school events, or just hanging out, it was where we always seemed to wind up.

One night during my senior year of high school (and still under-age), two classmates and I were at the bar late at night. I think we told our parents we were doing a school project and decided to stay over Greg's house because it was late. Greg's parents were out of town.

Mike, Greg, and I were the last patrons in the bar. We asked the bartender/owner, Austin, about the plane that was sitting in the rear parking lot. He told us that he had been a pilot in World War II and purchased the plane from the Navy after the war. He flew it home and landed it in his backyard. There were aerial photos hanging behind the bar that showed the Newbridge Inn surrounded by nothing but open farmland. As the plane stood still, the suburbs grew up around it.

In addition to being the bartender/owner, Austin was also his best customer. He began telling us about some flying adventures and I think the stories got mixed up in his head. Though each story started out differently, they all ended with the pilot flying into a "thunderhead" and breaking his leg. After the fourth or fifth such story, Austin's brother, who lived upstairs, went behind the bar and punched Austin in the face. We were shocked to say the least. Austin told us not to worry because his brother loved him and it was just a love tap. We decided to call it a night.

Never Say Never

Another interesting event came several years later when my friend and his wife were visiting from Pennsylvania. Wayne grew up in the New York area, but his wife Judy came from very small town in Pennsylvania. Wayne, Ricky and I decided to go to the Newbridge Inn to have a beer. Judy had never been to a bar and was reluctant to do so because her father, who was a former police officer in their rural town, had warned her that bars always had fights. We assured her that in the many years that we'd been going there, there had never been a single fight (I didn't think the brother/brother clash counted).

The four of us sat at the bar. There were only a few other patrons in the place. Within a minute or two, we heard voices raised between the bartender and a customer. I didn't hear what they were saying, but it was loud enough that we turned to look. The customer reached across the bar and grabbed the bartender by his necktie. The bartender picked up a lit outdoor candle, the type in the red glass containers with white plastic mesh, and smashed it on the customer's head. After a delay of about a three seconds, the customer said "Ouch". Really, he said "Ouch", clearly and distinctly. As they were scuffling, they made there way down the bar and disappeared where the wall bent around to an area that had a large glass refrigerated display case. One of the other patrons picked up a heavy metal bar stool, raised it above his head and headed into the fracas. He disappeared behind the wall and I expected to hear the crash of shattering glass, but the guy reappeared, backing up into the bar area. That's when I saw five or six Nassau County cops enter the room from the rear entrance, guns drawn. Needless to say, Judy was a bit freaked out, and probably never went to a bar again.

I may have returned to the Newbridge Inn a few more times after that, but I don't remember anything specific. At some point it closed for business and was demolished to make way for an office building, taking with it a little bit of Long Island history.


Tom D'Amico on January 09, 2020:

I worked there as a teen. Made hundreds of those bar pies for my friends after Phil O'Malley and Austin retired to the house in the back after having too many. Roseanne the bartender was the best.

Steve : remember the paint brush used to make the garlic bread ? So many stories to tell. I remember Judy Lisberger's father playing the piano and her brother Ricky working in the kitchen.

Steve on December 30, 2019:

I was a buss boy there in High School (Mepham ‘66) my job was clean the tables and make the garlic bread. To this day I have never been able to duplicate the recepie Dutch and Austin used. They made the batch in a back room. Dutch paid me $3.00 a night, but I ate much more with the free meal you got. Only went back one more time, in uniform, when I was in the Air Force, with Bill Myers, a regular there. Austin bought me a beer. The one and only I have ever had. My brother has the cockpit control panel from the plane.

rick alan on December 12, 2019:

I remember hanging out by the plane before class at Jerusalem Jr. High School and smoking had to be about 1968 or so as i graduated from calhoun in 1972, my family live on Joel Dr. and our backyard was seperated by a chainlink fence from Gunther's green house I remember his wife antd the old house she lived inmy dad used to visit after dinner occasionally to sit with her when she was widowed

Alan carp on July 16, 2019:

I have very fond memories of the Newbridge Inn.I started going there

Around 1971or so.It was a bar and

Italian restaurant.My father in law

Introduced my brother in-law and I to

The place. The old airplane on the side of the building was from WW 2.Ithink

It was either a mustang,spitfire,or a P 38

In any event it was definitely a attention

Grabber.The place was a thro back

To a different time.The 3 of us would sit at the bar and drink pitchers of beer and eat pizza. It was owned by the O’Malley

Family which was Phil,Austin,and Mary.

All three liked to hit bottle.Which really is an understatement.I remember sitting at the bar and before the night was over

All three O’MALLEYS would be loaded

It was quite a scene!

Needless to say we had some great times there.Too bad those days gone.

Bill Yovino (author) on June 22, 2019:

@Tom Reilly - It was our home away from home. Sad to see it go.

Tom Reilly on June 21, 2019:

I worked at the “Bridge” as we called it, Great stories. Great times. Austin Mary. Phil. Al. Jimmy. Jimmy G. Roseannn Jenny. The plane. Great Stories.

Tom Campagnola on May 10, 2018:

Great Memories of Gunther Greenhouses. We always had huge arrangement of flowers on our table. As kids we would boost ourselves into the green house and pick Carnations. I remember when they would spray insecticide and the equipment would scare the hell out of us.

Jeanette on February 06, 2016:

I think it was a "teen club" called La Sarena for a shot bit, too. Mid 80's

Bill Yovino (author) on April 16, 2014:

Hi Randy,

I believe he had a florist business, but I'm not sure. I do know that he owned some very large greenhouses. We was well known as a local philanthropist. He built the ball field and every year took all of the students in the Calhoun and Mepham high school choirs out to a fancy dinner at the Swan Club. That's all I really know about him.


Randy Gunther on April 16, 2014:


Jacob Gunther was my Great Uncle.

I am doing some research on our family.

I believe he sold fruits and vegetables.

Can you give me any other information about him.



Judy Lisberger on October 22, 2013:

Might have some pictures I will look. The piano was near the front of the building facing into the dining room. There were a lot of regulars there but there names escape me right now. Austin, Phil and Mary were brothers and sisters who owned the place! They were an interesting family to say the least!!

Bill Yovino (author) on October 21, 2013:

Hi Judy,

I was probably one of your customers, as that time period was my prime Newbridge Inn era. I do remember a piano, but I can't picture where it was. I'd love to hear from you if you have any stories or photos you'd like to share.

Thanks for stopping by.

Judy Lisberger on October 21, 2013:

Bill - when I was going to college I was a waitress at the Newbridge Inn(1968 thru 1972) during the summer months. So I remember this place very well. My ex-husband Robert Lisberger was a bartender and cook there also! His father was the piano player1 It was a crazy place!!! Good memories though!!

Bill Yovino (author) on September 23, 2013:

Hi Steve,

I'm not sure exactly when it closed but I guess it was in the early 80's. Thanks for taking the time to leve a comment.

Steve Cass on September 23, 2013:

Hi Bill,

I grew up South of Merrick Rd, and although I was not familiar with the Newbridge Inn, I do remember the plane vaguely. When did the place close? Were there some junk cars in the lot in the late 80's? I remember taking some parts off an old Mustang II.

Thanks for sharing your memories.

Bill Yovino (author) on May 20, 2013:

Hi Hughie. Yes, I remember you. You lived by "Suicide Hill", right? I don't have a web page, but you can see more of my work by going to my profile page on this site. Just click on my name or photo. Glad you enjoyed it and thanks for leaving a comment!

hughie pahl on May 19, 2013:

hey bill,i don,t know if you remember me.i was a good friend of dave grant....i love your writings about old bellmore-merrick....how can i get on your web page??

Bill Yovino (author) on September 30, 2012:

@Billy - Jacob Gunther donated the land and money for the baseball field. He also owned the greenhouses behind it, so he didn't mind the occasional broken window pane. I heard that he often rewarded Little Leaguers who broke a window via a home run with a new glove. I don't know if that was true, but it was a common belief. I don't think we ever tried Tommy's Pizza.

Billy on September 28, 2012:

Great years. I use to go there with my folks all the time. They had great pizza, and good southern italian food. I remember the plane. Nearby, was a Little League Park, called "Gunther Field." There was a greenhouse nursery behind the left field fence. I guess the owner didn't care about broken glass, because I broke some ... :-) Tommy's Pizza, on Bedford Avenue, in Bellmore Town, wasn't bad either.

Bill Yovino (author) on May 01, 2012:

Thanks for the comments, Phil. It was still 15 cents in the early 60's and I think it went to 20 cents when we were in high school. I remember David Ecker and playing tetherball at his house. Good times.

phhess on May 01, 2012:

Thanks for the Newbridge Inn stories. I too would ride my bike (with David Ecker) to look at the plane in the back. We never climbed up or talked to anyone about it. I was only in the Inn once for pizza after a Little League game but never ...went back to sit at the bar. Spertinos was our 'go to' for pizza. It was a bit oily and had lots of oregano but we all liked it. I don't recall Lombardos. I can remember 25 cents a slice (maybe it was 15 cents as you recall). After playing ball down at 'The Hill' near the parkway we would walk over for a 'soda and a slice'. Wanka's was a hangout of my brother's which was a few doors down.

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