Fubar[CLOSED]

Generally the midtown bar scene is stuffed with suits as far as the eye can see. There is typically nothing hip about the places, and meat/meet market is raised to a whole new level. Not so with Fubar, an unassuming little slice of tranquility in an otherwise piece of shite genre. It’s almost as though they don’t realize they’re supposed to be annoying, as the coat check girl happily greets you and asks if she can take your coat. As you walk into the dark bar, you certainly won’t feel as though you’re on 50th Street (and that’s a good thing). Every once in a while it’s nice to be pleasantly surprised… [MF]