Close one generic Irish bar in New York and it’s immediately replaced by another, e.g., this quizzically named drinking den usurped Coady’s Emerald Pub in late 2009. The bartenders are friendly enough: On a slow night you might find them outside smoking with the entire customer base, and conversation flits from sports to conspiracy theories about the New York Lottery (tickets are available at the bar). There’s a pool table, a jukebox, and occasional free shots dispensed in Nyquil-like plastic measuring cups. Patches from police departments around the country decorate the wall, I.D.-ing the owner as a retired cop.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.