To enter this domain of white-trash kitsch in the heart of posh, citified Chelsea, you must first cross the screen-door threshold. From the moment that loosely hung bit of torn netting slams shut behind you with a clang, your night out can only get better. Make your way past the aluminum side of a trailer sporting a window box of plastic flowers (a color blue that could never exist in nature), head for the red vinyl bar stools in front of the large bathtub of ice and beer, and plop yourself down.

I have one word for you - margaritas. Hit them here and hit them hard. At $6 each, they are the best margaritas that I have ever slurped out of a plastic glass and do not skimp on the ingredients. Every night there is a special during happy hour, which is $5 pitchers of margaritas most nights. Don't miss it. Their website lists the menus and specials. This is the closest you'll get to trailer life without the danger of getting swept away in a tornado.

If you''re from the South like me and have a sense of humour, this place is sure to please. In fact, since trailer parks are hardly only a Southern phenomenon, if you''re from anywhere that sports a less than blue blood population and you have a sense of humour, stop on by. Of course, don''t look for any fine wines on the menu. The best in the house is Fetzer (Though not from the carton!). And you might enjoy the Pabst Blue Ribbon served in a can. I personally sipped an excellent $6 Margarita as I surveyed the scene.

There''s a mannikin woman on the back wall in curlers and pink flamingo slippers with a cigarette dripping from her lip and a baby in the oven. The books of S&H Greenstamps in one corner that someone has been collecting probably belong to her. A clothesline hung from wall to wall sports a leopard spotted skirt, a blonde wig, and a bra. Don''t miss the shrine to Tonya Harding next to the side of a silver trailer with flowers spilling out the windows that covers the back of the bar''s wall.

So, how''s the music?
I couldn''t get the continually playing Elvis songs out of my mind after we left this place! Really amusing . . .

Next question: can you find good food here?
The Trailer Park offers plenty of grub for the hungry. In fact, at lunch, the fat hamburgers and sweet-potato fries will please everyone in the family like nobody''s business. What kid doesn''t like licking his fingers in public and using paper towels instead of napkins to clean up his messes? Of course nighttime isn''t the right time to visit this establishment with family, but even at its busiest hours you''ll find a kinda conservative, mostly straight crowd here.

Tip: Next door to the Trailer Park is an equally kookie store where you can buy everything from I Love Lucy lunchboxes to books like Marc Hartzman''s Found on Ebay: 100 Genuinely Bizarre Items from the World''s Online Yard Sale.

Need more information?
Call the Trailer Park at 212-463-8000.

Enjoy!