Toad Hall

It’s like SoHo’s version of a sports bar. There are TVs and munchies on the bar. There are a bunch of people smoking and milling about. There’s chatter about the Yanks and beer. Maybe it was just my own voice ringing in my ears, but it seemed like the kind of organic place that is lacking in this neighborhood. It doesn’t try to be anything beyond a place for people to gather, drink, watch the game, listen to some decent music on the juke and enjoy each other’s company. After all, isn’t that what a bar is supposed to be? [MF]

57 Grand St.