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A postcollegiate watering hole from the owner of Hell’s Kitchen dives Why Not (R.I.P.) and Walter’s, Soldier McGee sets its ambitions a bit higher—all the better to fit in with the rest of the area’s vaguely chic bars. The requisite plasma-screen overload, dim track lighting, and a selection of nineteen draft beers all give off the desired “upscale sports bar” impression. There’s a seating area toward the back and benches near the front. Pluses abound, from the ice-frosted taps to the bar-food menu (curly fries reside alongside prosciutto baguettes and Caprese salad). When not gathered around for the game, well-scrubbed twenty-somethings take each other in pool, darts, and video game golf. — John Metcalfe