Decorated to look like a 70’s rumpus room, this joint comes off looking more like the Delta Tau Chi house with a bad hangover. Patrons have called it “possibly the homeliest bar on the entire planet Earth” and “Trashier than a re-run of an episode from the first year of Roseanne.” While this place is heavy on kitsch, (beer is kept in an old Kelvinator fridge, bowling trophies are placed on random shelves, pictures of spazzy relatives decorate a wood paneled wall and a gang of polyester-clad East Villagers lean over the shoddy pool table with cigarettes in hand) it comes off more like the bar owners were just cheap and didn’t feel like trying. [MF]
123 Rivington St.
212/420-9911