Doyle's is the kind of Irish bar that has a beer gut and doesn't mind. Any pretenses are halfhearted, and professionalism isn’t exactly a must: Bartenders are known to take some cracks at the pool table between serving pints. It adds up to a loose-limbed attitude that’s highly conducive for partying in your sweatshirt, just what Doyle’s faithful–mostly folks within stumbling distance of home–need. This is a yuppie-free environment, with guys in full Mets regalia keeping an eye on the game while shooting darts (some regulars are pretty damn good); meanwhile, both the striped, upholstered booths and the front-window-side seating are good out-of-the-way vantage points. The music and the patrons can get pretty loud. But that is, of course, sort of the point.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.