This venue is closed.
This midtown GIB—Generic Irish Bar—seems to always be busy, despite its lack of distinguishable charm or character. The interior, split between an upstairs party room and the bar-and-dining area below, draws comparisons to the Stanley Hotel, with blurry landscapes hanging crookedly on the wall and a faded carpet that looks as if it’s endured a century of slow shuffling. The crowd reflects the itinerant nature of the neighborhood, with working stiffs mixing with culinary-school students and the random Japanese tourist. The drink of the house seems to be a bottle of Bud with a whiskey chaser. The bar gets a gold star for the four urinals in the men’s bathroom: As one patron exclaimed upon walking in, “I can tell they serve beer in here!”
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.