Ryan's Daughter

Ryan’s Daughter

Ryan's DaughterHmmm, boring. Once a yuppie mecca, this place actually had the nerve to demand patrons produce I.D. proving they were over 24! On top of that, they required bar goers to wear collared shirts and those stupid little brown shoes that the sheep-like New Englanders seemed to buy in gross. Now, the bar is sparsely populated with East Side bottom feeders and the occasional drunk mongoloid. [MF]

350 E 85th St.