I've never seen How I Met Your Mother. But, after visiting this bar — which they claim was the inspiration for the bar in the show — I have to figure that it wa...
I was last at a J.G. Melon -- obviously the original Upper East Side location -- back when a burger was just something you got on a paper plate with an American...
A bar built for a Hobbit. Like as in the Shire. That's the first thing that came to mind when I walked in already buzzing to this very cozy wood and brick space...
My grandfather (b. 1910), who lived a good chunk of his adolescent and adult life in Williamsburg, would be thoroughly confused by this place. "Mr. Hipster," he...
I kept thinking this joint was called "Schoolbreds." Which made me think of those Little School Boy cookies. Or those shortbread things, um, Lorna Doones. T...
Odd to think the last time I was in this joint was when it was called The Flying Burrito Brothers. Besides that being the absolute worst name for anything ever,...
Apparently this joint has been around for a really long time. Its Home Depot, rote Irish pub decor is an immediate turn off to me, and smacks of the midtown bar...
I should have known going here after a Michael Jackson event was a bad idea. From a bizarre Roseland Ballroom filled with MJ impersonators and general freaks, t...
I've categorized this as an Irish Pub merely because the words "Irish Pub" are right there on the place's awning. And, if I recall correctly, they have some of ...
So I was drunkenly wandering in the West Village with a group of friends who decided they wanted to watch the Belmont Stakes. And while Mr. Dennehy's wasn't an ...
I'm sure I'm supposed to know who Robert Emmett is. Is he another drunk poet? One of those dudes in the blue jumpsuits who cleans up butts in front of the E...
We thought we were being bright when we stopped by Dempsey's for some pub grub before heading out to a birthday party at a lounge nearby. After all, reviews...
It's always interesting when a bar owner feels the need to take what is essentially a generic, personalityless joint and open another location under the same na...
This joint is as out of place in Chelsea as a piano bar in Bayonne. Old drunks litter the even older space that wreaks of the days when Chelsea was clearly not ...
We could have all sorts of fun with this name (especially with a word in it that rhymes with hog), but we will refrain in order to give the impression that ...
I imagine that it's the exact language that this place trades on that ruins its chances to be a serious destination for pub-seeking Americans. With a city full ...
More like shades of beige. After trying to bring our group of five or so to Revival next door, and being denied seating by the drunken crowd, we strode with lit...
So utterly unremarkable I've already forgotten what the hell is going on. No, seriously. I've gotten through seventeen words and I've already bored myself h...
