The Ginger Man

If you dig young financial guys in suits with fat cigars and bad attitudes, then this is your happy hour haven. If you are a raging yuppie with an unquenchable thirst for more raging yuppies, then come here after 10 PM and enjoy a beer from one of the pub’s uncountable taps. Drinking those pints of Guinness and Bass is a crowd that is amazingly homogenous, with every person white, affluent and between the ages of 25 and 28. Honestly, it’s uncanny. The space itself is actually pretty nice, with high ceilings, a long bar and back room stuffed with jerks who will slice your throat for seats on the couch. [MF]

11 E 36th Street