It seems there is one of these Bro Jimmy's joints opening every other week. I used to live a couple hundred feet from The Bait Shack back in the day and the smo...
Moving up from The Meat Packing District to Chelsea is a weird move for this honky-tonk barbecue joint. Ignore the fact it now sits directly across the street f...
Closer to MSG you could not get. Obviously built to house pre-concert revelers and be-jerseyed Rangers fans, Bro Jimmy's, the latest in the venerable chain,...
You've seen The Accused, right? It's not to say that the nice construction dudes from Ground Zero (seven years after the fact) remind me of the dudes who rape...
Reopened: The Hog Pit II
The last thing I would ever expect to see at a redneck barbeque place is a gay softball team. But there they were. Proving the old ...
This place is like an institution on the UES. While so many crappy bars have come and gone over the decade or so since I've lived here; American Trash has s...
I've always had this irrational fear about coming to this place. I'm not sure if it was the lurid tales of Julia Roberts and her mysterious boob-holding con...
What lurks in the dark, decaying recesses of Rudy's? Well, besides the creepy customers and discarded, free hot dogs, we may never know. I have on more than sev...
Let me start off by saying that those of you going here expecting to see Tyra Banks (or even Piper Perabo) are in for a rude awakening. Those women make a livin...
One couldn't find a place less like the Deep South than The Upper West Side of Manhattan. Instead of fiddling Mongoloids, Bro Jimmy's staffs its bar with Da...
Coming from an individual who doesn't dig on swine, this can hardly be a complete (or impartial) review. To be honest, Mr. Hipster hated Brother Jimmy's mor...
We're not quite sure who told New York bar owners that New Yorkers like cowboy stuff, but there seems to be a ton of these redneck, roadside trash joints ar...
We're not quite sure what the obsession is with New Yorkers and redneck bars, but here is the UWS' entry. Complete with a jukebox filled with country wester...
Became: Gin Lane
You know a bar must really have something going for it if it can make hour after hour of country music tolerable. You know a bar has someth...
Yet another honky-tonk, redneck bar that seems about as out of place in the East Village as a sports bar in Chelsea. Surrounded by area hipster joints, and "bea...
Nothing makes you feel more like a local than hanging in a bar that has absolutely no right existing. 9C is that kind of bar. Standing in what amounts to a ...
Imagine if you and your drunken fraternity buddy sat down one night after a fat J and a couple quarts of O.E. and tried to dream up the perfect bar that you...
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 Sq...
