Looking more Midwestern than Manhattan, Inwood's Irish Eyes is the epitome of a drab Irish joint. Guinness plaques? Check. Sunken pool table? Check. Accented bartenders, green-plaid curtains, mini–Star Spangled Banners? Check, check, check. It even has history going for it in its own way: Irish Eyes has been around since the early nineties, and before that, Irish-themed venues held residence here for three decades or so. An MP3 jukebox and a frozen-drink machine hint at modern touches, but don’t kid yourself; the over-thirty, hardened neighborhood clientele comes here for old-fashioned, mug-swinging beer swilling. The leafy Cloisters across the park seem suddenly far, far away.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.