This tiny Washington Heights dive is known for two things: a two-for-one nightly happy hour that goes for almost every drink, and bikini-clad girls gyrating atop the bar counter to Latin slow jams and reggaeton. Considering the scenario, the joint stays (relatively) classy: no nudity, no lap dances. Pay no mind to the lack of draft beer. Ignore the Taco Bell–style adobe walls, and the choking-victim posters. Take a seat and enjoy yourself, very few strings attached.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.