This spot was opened in 1939 by current owner Jim O’Hanlon’s great-grandfather, and appears untouched since. During the day, it has a distinct air of Moe’s Tavern: dank and dark, with not a woman in sight except for a few female bartenders toting heavy neighborhood accents. The hunter-green walls, dark wood bar, and dart board are all classic old man’s pub and the clientele consists of about five barflies, breaking up their trips to the OTB by absentmindedly watching the game and serving themselves when the bartender gets distracted. By night, though, things get a bit more livelyO’Hanlon’s proximity to the subway guarantees a mixed crowd, including the aforementioned locals, postgrad newbies, and even the occasional Manhattanite. Anonymous bands of the fist-pounding variety perform live two or three times a month.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.