Ah, the ubiquitous Irish / sports bar in Midtown Manhattan. Places that serve domestic beer, Guinness and Jameson. While broadcasting Yankee and Rangers games o...
A generic bar name for a generic sports bar. Seems fitting. Because someone actually sat around thinking about his life's ambition and made the decision to call...
This is a terrible place. Like, seriously, it's a bar out of the worst Twilight Zone episode or poorly produced television show about low-rent drug culture in t...
Anchor Bar is supposedly the home of the original Buffalo wing. This bar is obviously not in Buffalo. And it's not in any way original. Though they do have ...
You know that place you duck into when it's raining really hard ands there's absolutely nothing else open and/or safe-looking in the immediate vicinity? Yeah, t...
The sports bar in Manhattan is always a fickle mistress. Yes, I suffer from idiom blindness, but my point is that a sports bar in Manhattan is akin to a John De...
The outside of this joint always makes me a little sad. It kind of looks like the outside of a sad camper. Like one of those pop-up ones that your uncle towed b...
Nothing like a relatively personalityless bar in a neighborhood transitioning away from that kind of thing. There is no room for pointless nonsense in Hell's ...
Yeah, I have this thing categorized as a sports bar, but it's actually a very specific kind of sports bar. It's a Philly sports bar. I haven't the slightest whe...
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 ...
What would otherwise be a perfectly serviceable midtown bar full of what could only be construed as the dregs of the pre and post-hangover scene surrounding MSG...
I have not the slightest idea why, but the name of this place comes off as slightly sexual and unappetizing to me. I suppose it's not Stubby's or Chode's, but I...
One of the few Madison Square Garden area bars without Blarney in its name, Stout tries to class it up a little bit. "Class" here is a very very relative term i...
In my thirteen plus years in New York I've never once been in this place--nor have I ever wanted to get anywhere the hell near it. Sports fanatics in all their ...
We guess college students need a place to watch sports too. Of course it's not as if NYU students are going to be cheering on the Violets on ESPN or anything. W...
It takes years of eating sushi before you start to realize the difference between excellent sushi, good sushi, mediocre sushi and bad sushi. The sushi you g...
Warning: if you feel a headache coming on, avoid getting anywhere near this joint (in fact, avoid the entire neighborhood.) While it's been a few years since ...
If this were 1991, we would call this place Ship of Tools. Actually, we would probably still be calling it by its former incarnation, Easy Street. The name ...
