1, 2, 3 at Chambers St.; A, C at Chambers St.
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This aptly named bar and restaurant is tucked away at the western edge of Tribeca in a space reputed to be a former speakeasy. With vintage photos of Jimi, Jerry, and Mick looking down at them from the walls, downtown traders come for pints drawn from taps built to the scale of a dollhouse and for a high-toned take on bar food, which includes smoked deviled eggs and pigs in blankets. Meanwhile locals sit down for hormone-free steak sandwiches and juicy, jumbo burgers served with a mound of shoestring fries. The accompanying wine list is long on Italian vintages, with several reasonably priced by the glass. Two Duke alums are among the owners, so barring the occasional jazz trio, you can expect one of the four flat-screen televisions to be tuned to college basketball during the winter months, albeit with the sound respectfully turned off.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.