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A cramped, gimmicky midtown drinkery that suffices as an after-work spot.

Aussie brews, televised cricket matches, and kangaroo cuisine in a wood-paneled midtown setting.

International executives loosen designer ties before and after dinner at this cozy, dim hotel bar.

The Met Life Building's after-work watering hole for chatting up the cutie from the next cubicle.

At this deli-dive, the beers cost less than the smoothies in this part of town.

This posh bar's happy-hour hubbub and weekend club madness are as different as night and day.

This Midtown hotel bar favors the buck over the book despite its corporate-literary aesthetic.

A ubiquitous Tokyo scene that’s rare in NYC: Japanese salarymen slumped over bowls of wasabi trail mix while watching satellite feeds of variety shows.

Southern-fried beer-and-BBQ nightspot filled with bingeing post-grads.

Tucked away above Grand Central, this classy lounge is the restored private office of early twentieth-century tycoon John W. Campbell.

An intimate rooftop bar with a bit of breathing room.

Off-the-beaten-path karaoke lounge with comprehensive selection and easy booking.

A dark, loud yet cozy spot tucked into a tunnel in midtown you never knew existed.

A sprawling, elegant Midtown mega-club.

A casually upscale drinking patio on the Roosevelt Hotel’s nineteenth-floor rooftop.

Turn up early when the ale is on and the grub is sound as a pound.

Another Emerald Isle homage in Midtown, with a mostly after-work crowd.

This Irish pub attracts a banker/lawyer crowd for both lunch and early happy hour.

An Irish pub for the whole family.

Much more appealing than the W's Whiskey Blue across the hall, though the clientele's mostly spillover.

Renovated and renamed since its days as Turtle Bay Cafe, overlook maintains an authentic, divey patina.

Just what the hungry, pen-pushing phalanx needs after deadline, another decision at this upscale literati enclave.

All-American pub boasts what must be the city’s longest bar.

An expansive oasis of Japanese tranquility tucked away amid the subterranean guts of Midtown.

In the Waldorf-Astoria's plush bar, the martinis are as indulgent as the decor.