Honestly, if you’re drunk, in the Union Square area and craving BBQ that just might kill you, there’s no place like Duke’s. If you’re sober, in the Union Square area and craving everything else but, stay clear and reap the benefits of avoiding this gastrointestinal ground zero. Never has the phrase “Grease is the word” been more appropriate, at yet another red neck bar gone bad. This place might even give red neck bars a bad name, with its half-assed attempt at doing the Southern thing. You know they didn’t get it right when a whole roomful of drunks can be heard shouting the answers to an episode of Who Wants to be a Millionaire that’s playing on all the TV’s. [MF]

99 E 19th St.