Meatpacking District

Paradou

Paradou

I don't speak French. Like at all. I can say hello and goodbye and thank you. Sort of. Otherwise it's a giant mush of vowels to me. I would be in big troubl...
Santina

Santina

I gotta admit that I was a little hesitant about coming to this place for more than a couple reasons. The first of which was its location. It is literally at th...
Fig & Olive Meatpacking

Fig & Olive – Meatpacking

There is always something not New York feeling about high ceilinged, large, bright spaces with clean lines and light wood and glass. New York joints should be a...
The Standard Biergarten

The Standard Biergarten

I suppose there had to be somewhere in the city where yuppies still gather to play after work. I mean besides The Ginger Man, that is. Like that throw back (but...
Gin Lane

Gin Lane

Never in the history of bardom has a space morphed so dramatically. Walking to dinner in the Meatpacking District one night, we passed a couple gregarious d...
Brass Monkey

Brass Monkey

Winding my way through the Meatpacking District and practically out onto the West Side Highway, I thought maybe Mapquest had once again led me into a dangerous ...
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The Hog Pit

Reopened: The Hog Pit II The last thing I would ever expect to see at a redneck barbeque place is a gay softball team. But there they were. Proving the old ...
Ono

Ono

Ono is apparently Japanese for "eh." Or perhaps it's Meatpacking District lingo for "style over substance." Quite honestly I was too busy looking around at ...
Gaslight

Gaslight

What should be a welcome respite from the hellhole of trendoid clubs that the Meatpacking District has become, Gaslight puts about as much effort into their bar...
Ara Wine Bar

Ara Wine Bar

Calling this place "sleepy" is an insult not only to the so-named dwarf, but to the institution of sleep itself. This joint is one step away from mummificat...
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Tortilla Flats

Imagine, if you will, a drunken, adult version of Chuck E. Cheese's in which you're the main attraction. Yes, it's your turn to make a complete ass of yoursel...
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Hogs & Heifers

I've always had this irrational fear about coming to this place. I'm not sure if it was the lurid tales of Julia Roberts and her mysterious boob-holding con...
Markt

Markt

Reopened: Markt II Belgium seems like a fun country. They love their beer and french fries. I love my beer and french fries. They dig mussels. I have learne...
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Pastis

Pastis is quite a site to behold. It's not fancy-schmancy, but rich looking in that shabby-chic, French kind of way. It's almost like the junior version of ...
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Son Cubano

I've never been to Cuba, but I can't imagine that over forty years of sanctions has raised the quality of the food. Do they use Russian beef shipped in 1958...
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Hell

Oh boy! No, we mean it, they're everywhere. . . and most of them are making out with each other. So, if you like your bartenders beefy, your clientele thin,...