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Even if they’re partial to baseball caps instead of stovepipe hats, NYU students need a place to hoist beers in the presence of elk horns, goat heads, and taxidermied pheasants. Hence this Bleecker-strip watering hole covered floor to ceiling—and a very high ceiling, at that—in Wild West paraphernalia. Amid the saddles, wagon wheels, and prints of steam-powered locomotives, it’s easy to forgive modern anachronisms like the internet jukebox and the pool table on the mezzanine, since (let’s face it) most of the folks chomping wings and swilling Mike’s Hard Lemonade are too young to know what happened in 1949, much less a hundred years prior. Just look at the framed collection of fake IDs on the wall near your Victorian-style settee, and you’ll know that this history trove and drinking trough is the setting of many a lesson that’s all about “my first hangover.” — Daniel Maurer