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This swanky sports bar is named after its Murray Hill neighborhood and not, as some misguided early chatter indicated, an affiliation with The Hills’ Heidi and Spencer. The crowd hews to the predictable batch of corporate dudes and freshly graduated frat types, offering a finely functioning combination of class and trash: Scantily clad waitresses flit around in baseball tops and tube socks while wine tastings take place upstairs. It’s a roomy two-story venue (littered with over twenty-five flat-screens) with bars on both floors, but space can at times be a treasured commodity: The couches are sometimes reserved ahead of time for bottle-service patrons, so the bar area's four-top high-tables are ever popular. The drink list ranges from blueberry margaritas and Champagne-Aperol spritzes to ice-cold cans of PBR.
— Courtney Willis