Station Cafe might not serve Guinness on tap, but this Irish pub is most certainly the real thing. Originally a speakeasy, it’s been around (legally) since 1933. The place is proudly old-timey: The moldings in the bar echo the Art Deco styles of classic New York structures like the Chrysler Building; high above the beat-up high-chairs hang old wooden musical instruments and posters of scenes from The Honeymooners and The Three Stooges; and memorabilia from bartenders of yore and leaflets advertising neighborhood politicians are plastered on the walls. Casual walk-ins expecting the Friday-night dance parties held by the bars up Roosevelt Avenue will be disappointed: The place has no dim lighting, no fancy plasma-screen TVs, and no frills.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.