There’s a palpable sense of history at Rosebank. The creaky building the tavern is located in is nearly a century old, and its business card cites a long-forgotten Daily News award for “Top Cleanest Rest’s of N.Y.C.” (Restaurant or restroom? Who knows.) But more accurately, there’s a palpable sense of sports history. Paraphernalia from football, baseball, and rugby occupy every sector; scorecards blanket the walls, giving the impression that the original load-bearing structure has worn away and been replaced by these handwritten expressions of fandom. If you can’t talk sports or at least feign an interest, you can recluse yourself to the backroom restaurant for some home-style Italian food like stuffed artichokes and potato-and-egg hoagies. For all others there’s the front bar-and-booth area, where the breakfast of champions means domestic beer.Throwback Thursdays
A guy with a guitar plays classic rock every Thursday.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.