This is hands down the worst name for a bar in all the history of bars. Although the name suggests frat boys in shining armor, this tiny theme bar is anything but raucous. Imagine, if you will, a pub where loud talking is frowned upon and dually enforced by a couple dudes dressed like monks. Suspend reality even further, and imagine that said bar plays ancient Christmas music and charges $8 for a can of Tacate. Now open your eyes… you are in Burp Castle, a pub with a menu of a couple hundred beers–most of which they seem to be out of. If this sounds like fun, maybe you’re ready for the priesthood. [MF]
41 E 7th St (bet. Taras Shevchenko Pl & 2nd Ave)
212/982-4576
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