We keep hearing about the mellow coterie of rockers who own the place—Ryan Adams hangs out here, don’t you know?—but they must hide on weekends, when the neon-lit bar is packed with the best that Goldman Sachs’s money can buy. The door policy is curiously strict: Show me your license or show me your back. You can cry about how the East Village has fallen to the Man, or you can just give in and head inside for some drinks.
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An east village institution - just take a look at the Joe Strummer mural on the side of the building to get a sense of the vibe. Sometimes super chill with locals and regulars, sometimes packed with NYU students (Fri/Sat nights), always consistently affordable drinks and a cool bar staff. Don't miss the back room, where the real party happens on the weekends.
LOVE this bar! They have delicious frozen margaritas and always have Modello Negra (one of my favorite beers haha!) They also have comedy nights or dancing (depending on what day it is) in the room in the back. Seconded on the punk vibe!
One of my favorite happy hours in the city, especially when I can indulge in their frozen margaritas. Typically heavy-handed on the tequila, topped with extra cherries, or hung with plastic monkey drink decorations, these slushies are served up with love. The punk rock vibe and the occasional sighting of a NYC celebrity (hey, Jimmy Fallon!) also makes them taste better.