6 at 23rd St.
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An Irish pub hardly stands out in the post-frat playground of Gram-Murray-Hill. But at least The Globe can play the longevity card: its dark-paneled barroom dates to 1840. A onetime brothel and speakeasy, then stripped of its vices and remade as erstwhile sports bar The Grand Saloon, the tavern’s current Irish keepers—brother-bartenders Eamonn and J.P. Doran, of the Half King and Swift, respectively—hope the third incarnation’s the charm. The Globe tries to act its age, leaving the low tin ceiling and wall-mounted filament bulbs. Though in a necessary concession to the male-heavy crowd, games are show on two flat screen Tvs and a projection screen. They hang over the sizeable room’s two full bars—the livelier one up front and another on the back wall, with booths along the side, high tables and an enormous leather couch in between. The beer selection is unremarkable, if British-heavy, and the puzzling soundtrack swerves from frantic techno to “Livin’ on a Prayer” and back again. But with an often-roaring fireplace and a lively but well-behaved crowd, The Globe is among the cozier neighborhood taverns to put back the black stuff.
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