Mon-Sat, 11am-4am; Sun, noon-4am
A, C, E at 34th St.-Penn Station; 1 at 28th St.
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If Michael Flatley sold time shares in Boca, he'd close his deals here. Back in the Dinkins era, this was a grittily authentic and scruffy Irish bar. Scrubbed down and cleaned up, much like its Penn Station surroundings, Molly Wee now sports a character so neutral that its Irish flavor seems more a corporate gimmick than a palpable identity. Bright and airy, with spotless tile floors, seven noiseless TVs and a digital jukebox whispering Van Halen and Bon Jovi, Molly Wee salutes its roots with 16 tap selections covering a predictable range of big-name Irish brews like Harp, Guinness, and Bass. More Sbarro-meets-Bennigan's than Tommy Makem's, Molly Wee primarily draws a post-MSG crowd nowadays; the countless 9/11 memorial tcotchkes hanging from every shiny surface might be the most prominent reminder that you're still in New York City.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.