Milano’s Bar

This no-nonsense Nolita dive has an Italian moniker, but that’s where the affectations end. Suck in your stomach and squeeze through the narrow stretch between the bar and the clammy back wall, a bottleneck for the eclectic crowd of artists and perpetual barflies. You might need to holler your order over the juke’s noisy rock tunes—keep it simple and ask for the signature combo of Guinness and a shot of Jameson ($11).