Regulars, mostly men who know each other by name, crowd Malachy's at all hours. The bartender, who looks like he's been around a few blocks, welcomes everyone with paternal cheer. Meat-heavy meals (with daily combo specials) are served beneath faux-antique hanging lamps. The green walls are covered with Bogart posters, old photographs of baseball teams, beer signs and mirrors (with beer logos). Somewhat surprisingly, a 10,000 song jukebox provides music for all tastes.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.