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This is hands down one of the homeliest bars in the entire city. What can only be described as a horrendous train wreck, Brady’s resembles a perfectly square fraternity basement, complete with the trashed dartboard, the garage sale chairs and the beer soaked plastic Budweiser banners. Pile on top of that the fact that the place is lit entirely too bright and the crowd is of the letterman jacket, rolled jean, white sneaker variety and you get the idea that going here is about as fun as watching a couple hemophiliacs in a sword fight. [MF]
1583 2nd Ave. (at 82nd St.)
212/861-6070
bradysbar.com
