New York Magazine

A Penn Station–area bar that is neither Irish nor middling is a rare thing indeed, but 36 West fits the bill.

A seedy dive that serves as a time capsule to the old Times Square.

The dance-hall scene immortalized in the film “Sweet Charity” is back, this time in Spanish.

Three blocks and as many pay grades separate the dual midtown Blaggards outposts, but not much else: Both serve as flip sides of the same function-over-fashion greasy spoon for thirsty businessmen and Jersey-transit riders.

Three blocks and as many pay grades separate the dual midtown Blaggards outposts, but not much else: Both serve as flip sides of the same function-over-fashion greasy spoon for thirsty businessmen and Jersey-transit riders.

Perhaps the best of the city's blarneys, but not the place to discuss your plans to build or renovate with nonunion labor.

Blue Ruin, named after a pre-Prohibition-era term for gin, is a dark, old-fashioned New York bar co-owned by Kabin’s Kal Narvilas and Michele Gascoigne, who’s also head bartender.

A sports bar that reaps the benefits of being right across from MSG.

Tapas bars are a dime a dozen, but this may be the city's only tapas dive.

At this carefully overproduced "wine cellar," the staff practically outnumbers the customers.

A Korea Town karaoke lounge with private rooms you can rent into the wee hours of the morning.

As long as the doors are open the crowds keep coming for salsa y merengue at this legendary Latin club. NOW CLOSED

The most distinguishing thing about the "Distinguished Wakamba Lounge" is probably the murder that took place on its doorsteps.

Hookahs and a Mediterranean menu of small bites give this candlelit, Middle Eastern–flavored spot an exotic charm.

The 3,500-square- foot former post office on the ground floor of the Empire State Building has been restored to its original Art Deco look by Hospitality Holdings, which also owns the Campbell Apartment; it will start serving cocktails this fall.

Waves of warm salsa and hip-hop beats thump from the edge of Hell’s Kitchen, lending Times Square some much-needed street cred and spice.

This K-town karaoke joint is best left for real karaoke enthusiasts: the place is a bit too dingy and random for casual fun

Century old opera house hosts everything from award shows to alt-arias courtesy of Clear Channel.

A lusty home base for traveling businessmen and traveling Rangers fans alike.

The last of the Hell's Kitchen dive bars, catering to the seasoned tippler.

This 14th-floor roof deck on top of the Hotel Metro is surprisingly fun.

A multilevel midtown pub with something for everyone.

iBop Karaoke is worth the trek to unsexy midtown

An incongruously elegant karaoke bar, well suited to self-conscious singers who can perform right from their seats at the bar.

Mark Jack Demsey’s as another solidly uninspiring entry in that common Midtown bar type: the faceless, spotless, all-but-nameless midtown drunk tank disguised as an olde worlde Irish pub.