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This sports bar forsakes the Todd P. set who normally parade along Grand Street, in favor of the new-condo crowd. The bar—a 50-foot expanse of dark stained wood that seems to go on forever—is a conduit for twenty-two tap beers. Twelve high-def flatscreens (during NFL Sundays, each broadcasts a different league game) flicker over bright off-white walls and cherry-wood trimming. Wrought-iron tables and chairs in the small courtyard and a fireplace surrounded by brown leather couches add touches of coziness to an otherwise all-business pub, while a sugary cocktail list concocted by Alchemy Consulting (Milk and Honey, Pegu) throws a bone to intrepid babes who dare venture into dudeland. — Keach Hagey