Julien Levy

Look, every bar in New York City is gonna host a Halloween party—virtually everyone. You know what we’re talking about: fake webs, plastic jack o lantern tubs rattling with the hard candy nobody wants, a vinyl bat or two. It all goes right back into storage on November 1, then it’s business as usual. That is not what we’re talking about here.  RECOMMENDED: Guide to Halloween in NYC We want a Walpurgisnacht Weltanschauung going down to the very bones. Weird, ghoulish, eerie, off, odd–the strange and unusual all year long. Either that or they’ve pulled a Lon Chaney and completely transformed. Mind you, there are places where you can grab some food on this list, but we’re trying to narrow this to bars. But don’t worry, we’ve got range: heavy-metal horror, adorable witchiness, a creaky tavern that serves pot pie with a side of horrifying lore. Want Zombies? We got ‘em. Ghosts? Yup. Vampires? Covered. Anything within smelling distance of the Gowanus Canal automatically counts as representing Creature from the Black Lagoon, so we’re good there. If the Slaughtered Lamb hadn’t gotten hit by the silver bullet of rising rent, we’d have a werewolf, so we’re on the hunt for a replacement. We do have a slot open for mummies… Does anyone know of a revenge-for-disturbing-the-ancient-tomb themed dive? The point is: besides catering to the macabre, what ultimately unites the places below? They’re good bars. Visit any, and you’re sure to have a good time, even on a dreaded sunny day.

Ramen is a format, not a fixed dish. Like a hamburger, it’s a canvas for expressing personality, skill and philosophy. Some places are obsessed with crafting their own noodles, while others buy them from a vendor. Some worship the egg; but it’s an afterthought for others. Should broth be subtle and salty or rich and spicy? And what about you? That à la carte menu is there for a reason, so are you going to throw a knob of cold butter in there, corn, mashed potatoes (yes, really)? The point is that there is no ‘correct’ bowl of ramen, just the one you love. So, below you won’t find the best per se, just the ones that impressed us for one reason or another. From finely-tuned specialists to crowd-pleasers, we’re casting as wide a net as possible. Some places go way outside the box, some hone the dish to a fine point. The only commonality is noodles, a bowl and soup. For that reason, in an effort to present some reasonable basis for comparison, we chose to look at each respective place’s standard and near-universally ubiquitous tonkatsu pork bowl, but made sure to include indications for vegetarians (and vegans where possible) so nobody’s left out. And in an effort to respect each restaurant’s point of view, we’ve broken each entry’s bowl down into its constituent parts: broth, noodles, chashu (or equivalent), veg, and egg. RECOMMENDED: The best restaurants in NYCBefore we get on with it: yes, there is indeed a correct way to eat ramen. First, take in the bowl, appreciate its gest

Midtown isn’t a destination; it’s where you end up between obligations. Nobody goes there on purpose—they come through a glass revolving door at 11:42am, late to their meeting or timed museum visit. The likelihood is that you’re in midtown because your family is visiting. They want to see a show or something. Well, with our help, you can power lunch them silly. Just don’t make eye contact with the work-shirts hunched over martini lunches, humming the 1% blues. The truth is that under the starch, glass, and car-choked avenues, midtown, like every other neighborhood in this city, plays home to a staggering diversity of cultures, ethnicities, interests, religions, socio-economic statuses, and every other thing. The point is that, no matter what you’re looking for and unlikely as it may seem, there’s a restaurant in midtown that ticks your boxes. So what we’ve got for you, intrepid sojourner, is a slew of options from the depths of food halls to the tippy top of the culinary mountain—all of them worthy of being one of the best restaurants in midtown. RECOMMENDED: The best restaurants in NYCSeptember 2025: Some places have moved, others closed, still more are exactly where we left them. It’s hard to sift through what makes a place worth recommending; beyond what we’ve listed here, there are a slew of other excellent restaurants worth your money and time but the thing is that we tried to narrow our selections down a bit to places that are exceptional, singular, unique–the kind of

Let’s make a distinction up front: there’s a big difference between witchy-gothy fun toying with aesthetics and vibes, and places with a history of (reported, supposedly) real supernatural activity. While we do love the fun and kitsch and edge-lordliness of drinking cocktails while trying to fend off an actor dressed as Beetlejuice, or doing shots in a room that could be Lestat’s boudoir, or listening to The Cramps while sipping a cocktail made with real blood—the following list falls into the other category. Never mind that it's proven certain HVAC and plumbing systems can generate infrasound, instilling a seemingly inexplicable sense of dread for which there’s a solid evolutionary advantage (i.e., many big cats’ roars, thunderstorms, and geological events all produce that same inaudible, sphincter-tightening frequency). Some places just feel haunted. So, if you’re bound and determined to eat and drink with a side of parapsychological phenomena, head to NYC's most haunted bars and restaurants below. September 2025: We’ve expanded this list to include a few more places with reported spooky goings on. Clearly, none of the places on this list are new—that’s kind of the point. We’ve just broadened out a bit and given more room to the apparitions themselves, diving a little deeper into the lore. Not every place here can be visited at Witching Hour (3:00am), when the veil between this world and the next is its thinnest, so YMMV.

New York City does indeed love its wine. And like everything else here, there’s a place for you, whoever you are and whatever you’re into. The “wine bar” appellation might conjure images of candlelit rooms with a Jazz soundtrack and naught but bread and olives to eat—and those exist, for sure—but it isn’t as specific as you might imagine. The best wine bars in NYC are cozy little nooks and bustling dining rooms that fit the bill from Midtown to Bushwick. So, how do you decide where to go? Well, much like a novice, sweating, staring at a wine list, your best bet might be to seek guidance. To that end, below you’ll find a diverse range of NYC wine bars with a wide variety. But why commit to one when—lucky you—there are so many to explore? RECOMMENDED: The best bars in NYC August 2025: Sadly, many wine bar favorites didn’t survive COVID and/or economic vicissitudes. Coast and Valley, Lois, Lalou, Rooftop Reds, Peoples Wine Bar—we raise a glass to you! The good news is that newcomers are cropping up all the time, and there are quite a few of those fresh faces below.

It’s theater, it’s a party, and yes, it’s a delicious meal. But what makes KBBQ especially thrilling in NYC? Range. You’ve got Michelin Star execution, no-frills all-you-can-eat, and places that feel half-nightclub–all just a subway ride away. Each Korean barbecue restaurant in NYC offers something special, each has its place, but all hold the same promise: grilled protein, communal cooking, and a lot of fun. Add some alcohol into the mix and... ooh baby. A KBBQ night might just get you feeling sentimental about the glorious melting pot that is our city. But it might also just leave you feeling full and happy. RECOMMENDED: The best restaurants in NYC  August 2025: Many places from Ktown to Flushing have adjusted their hours and prices, but what you love about KBBQ in NYC remains intact. Unlike many other styles of eating typical to the Western demo, KBBQ is priced per person, so keep in mind that your mileage may vary if cost is a concern. Also worth noting is that we’ve chosen to focus here on the table BBQ, but most of the restaurants listed below also have kitchens that produce the other dishes, including banchan.

Solid bedrock is one of the central geological features enabling New York to sprawl skyward. But that same terra firma also means that builders and property owners can set their sights lower. Most buildings reserve their basement space for, y’know, basement stuff. Lucky for us, a few possess the arable conditions of space, code compliance, and vision that let basement bars take root. RECOMMENDED: The best bars in New York Basement bars truly are special things. No matter what awaits you, descending a set of stairs to a bar feels like being let into a secret. In New York, that feeling in itself is serious currency. Some basement bars let their digs remain in the novelty zone; they simply found an accommodating space and–windows, who needs ‘em? But a few places know the premium of subterranean space all too well and utilize it to play with irony or design. Some bars even lean all the way in, adopting a full-on speakeasy theme, eschewing signage altogether and decking their bar out in 20s style.  No one approach is right because not every bar is for every person. That’s why we are here: to give you a rundown of some of our favorite NYC basement bars.  August 2025: It’s impossible on a city summer’s sojourn–standing on a squalid subway station’s sweltering subterranean platform–to consider almost anything other than your proximity to hell. The irony is that, on a day like that, there is really no better place to beat the heat than underground–in cool environs with a cold drink in

Sure–celebrating Cinco de Mayo satisfies any South-of-the-Border craving, but why reserve the city’s best margaritas in NYC for just one day? It's always time for tequila, especially when shaken up with a hit of spice or swirled with sweet watermelon. Hit NYC’s best Mexican restaurants for some serious agave spirits, or down them alongside some of Gotham's best tacos. Fair warning, though: You're gonna want a pitcher.   RECOMMENDED: Full guide to cocktails in NYC Updated May 2025: We added Gueros Brooklyn, Fresco's Cantina, Oyamael and Superbueno. We removed the Black Ant as it closed, La Contenta, La Loncheria and Kokomo. 

When good weather breaks through the clouds, NYC has an abundance of things to do outside. In addition to parks and other outdoor attractions, we have a slew of rooftop bars and outdoor dining options to choose from. And some of the best bars in NYC fit into the beer garden and hall categories, ideal for those brief and beautiful moments when it’s neither too hot nor too cold, and only a crisp brew will do. These NYC beer gardens have everything you’d expect—outdoor tables, fun games, lovely music and, of course, thirst-quenching pints, many brewed on-site. Throw in some tasty snacks and you’ve got yourself the perfect afternoon. Whatever style of suds you prefer, NYC has an alfresco option for sipping a cold one on a gorgeous day. RECOMMENDED: Full guide to things to do outside in NYC

Not ready for the 6-train schlep, but not prepared to call the evening quits? If you're wondering where you should you go for that all-important, post-cultural-experience debrief or where to grab a sophisticated sipper or what your best option is for getting weird and spending a night out on the Upper East Side, we can help. I’m a lifelong New Yorker with roots on the UES—my dad grew up in a Yorkville tenement when it the area was still populated almost entirely by diasporic Europeans—and I’ve been a bartender in the city for well over a decade. So rather than abandon all hope ye who enter the UES, think of me as Virgil to your Dante. If you’re looking for the best bars on the Upper East Side and what to drink once you’re there, follow me and I’ll see you through. RECOMMENDED: The best restaurants on the Upper East Side

What are you doing in midtown? Seeing a show? Going to a meeting? Did you get lost? This is New York City, so people do actually live in midtown, which means it's an honest to goodness neighborhood. No every single bar therein is a tourist trap or pit of besuitted finance bros—some are just actually great bars proud to serve their (comparatively) little community.  The last time I went to midtown, I met a friend at Nothing Really Matters. I won’t spoil why the place is so special (read below!) but it was fun to watch my normally-jaded, native New Yorker buddy light up with excitement at how actually great that bar is—no qualifications. As a native myself, I got a real kick out of playing host in such an odd, scarcely-visited section of Manhattan isle. Below, you’ll find hotel bars, dives, cocktail meccas—a little something for everyone. It turns out midtown, like every neighborhood in this city, contains multitudes. Remember this: In a city as dynamic and disparate as New York, defying expectations set by neighborhood prejudice is a precious kind of currency. And on the other side of that coin is familiarity with the institutions that define a neighborhood’s identity. So pay attention to the places I’ve named below and next time you’re in the area (no matter the reason) you’ll be flush.   RECOMMENDED: See all of the best bars in NYC March 2025: We removed Five Acres and King Cole Bar and added As Is.

Every day across the five boroughs, food & bev establishments make their play to attract you—yes, you—with a few scant hours of cheap deals. We’re talking happy hour and, if you ask me, a native New Yorker with over a decade of bartending under my belt, there’s no reason to play hard-to-get. Maybe these bars and restaurants are trying to woo you with a few bucks off the top, a lagniappe on your order, an oh-so-special menu—a lot of places shoot their shot, but only a few really hit.  Look, if you’re content to hold off enjoying yourself until weekend evenings when nearly all of the best spots pack to the rafters and you’re paying through the nose to catch a buzz, knock yourself out. But if you’re smart, you’ll jump on an opportunity when you see it. To that end, below you’ll find some of the best happy hours across the city and the deals therein. Cocktailing, food, wine and beer, there’s a little something for everyone. Just keep in mind: once the word is out, no deal lasts (especially a great one) so don’t delay.  RECOMMENDED: Full guide to the best bars in NYC

Fanelli Cafe (Fanelli’s to the initiated) is as reliable a spot as anywhere in the five boroughs. Presiding over the corner of Prince and Mercer Streets since the 1870s, it’s the city’s second-oldest continually operating food/drink establishment. As the world around it changes then changes again, Fanelli’s abides, a cozy, unpretentious space where the neighborhood can eat and drink. On any given night Fanelli’s has a crowd, the nature of which swings wildly depending on the day. Walk in on a Wednesday evening and you’re liable to find a few locals quietly attending a drink or a meal to the strains of casual conversation (the place doesn’t play music). But on a Saturday night, you might not even be able to walk in at all–the throng mashed right up against the door. If you manage to cross the threshold, you’ll find a narrow pair of rooms with old-world character: pressed-tin ceilings, dainty light fixtures, tile mosaic floors; a gorgeous, ornate back bar carved from dark wood and fitted with mirrors that hide the cold storage. On the wall, you’ll see the place’s history in posted liquor licenses, photos of boxers (including now retired bartender/raconteur/luminary Bob Bozic) and a subtle patina born of persistence. Drink-wise, you won’t be disappointed if you stick with classics: straight liquor, a cold beer; a martini, manhattan, negroni or their ilk. If it’s busy, you’ll be frustrated if your order is zeitgeisty, overcomplicated, or wishy-washy. Keep it simple. Service is br

Rubirosa is a super buzzy, casual Nolita spot turning out tasty Italian dishes, a generous gluten-free menu, and 'grammable pizza. But are celeb endorsements and social-media heat a proper barometer for quality? On approach, you’ll clock staff filtering in and out past would-be diners who are either obvious tourists or look like a background casting call for Euphoria. Every inch of the interior (plus its curbside COVID shack) is maximized; the only way to fit more bodies would be by allowing standing room. If it weren’t so frenetic, you might appreciate the rustic touches and romantic lighting. Maybe that happens midweek. On weekends, however, it reads more hip bar than trattoria, with a dinner and bathroom line to match. Drinks are crowd-pleasers: a tidy craft-beer list, a decisive wine program with three house bottlings, and cocktails that are good, clean builds rather than mixological wonders. The Daisy (mezcal, Aperol, St-Germain, lime) drinks bright and balanced with a whisper of smoke. Classics are perfect; textbook, balanced, priced to encourage a second round. Service is gracious, friendly, and highly efficient; clearly tasked with moving seatings along. And I suppose this is the place to note Rubirosa’s entire parallel menu of vegan, nut-free, and gluten-free dishes, making it ideal for anyone with dietary restrictions. Food is dialed in. A trio of meatballs arrives tender and well-seasoned, smothered in the star of the night: sauce. The marinara is neither oversweet

There’s an episode from The Sopranos’ first season that I couldn’t shake after dinner at classic Williamsburg Italian restaurant, Bamonte’s: Teenage daughter Meadow comes down to breakfast and an age-old debate about evolving societal standards breaks out, the highschooler urging her parents to get with the times (“It’s the 90s…!”). “Yeah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” her father, Tony says and points to the window. “You see, out there it’s the 1990s, but in this house it’s 1954.” Cigarette machine by the door, valet parking outside, staff in black bow ties, a menu with $xx.95 pricing, a sign asking gentlemen to remove their hats; outside of Bamonte’s, it’s Williamsburg 2025, where real estate development is an unstoppable juggernaut, luxury is democratized, and gastronomy is as much science as it is art. Inside, however, it’s still 1950-something–when what now reads as quaint was the height of sophistication.  Bamontes is a living piece of cultural preservation that assumes if you’re here, you’re happy to play along. And who wouldn’t be? The room bears a self-aware swagger with white tablecloths, chandeliers that look retrofitted for electricity, velvety drapery in a Barolo palette. The bar hits the brief, too: cordial service, a touch stiff-backed but friendly; a crisp martini, a sturdy Manhattan, beers, wines, etc–nothing precious. And without leaning into stereotype, the servers (seasoned veterans who know the menu by heart) understand that you’re stepping out of your w

Before the Lululemon faithful underwent baptism by bone broth, Shigetoshi “Naka” Nakamura was one of Japan’s four “Ramen Gods.” Beginning his Stateside tenure as the ramen rabbi behind Sun Noodle’s Ramen Lab (a proving ground for ramen creativity), Nakamura now channels his power through a tiny storefront at the Manhattan-side foot of the Williamsburg Bridge. The question is, can Nakamura convert believers? In case you forgot where you are, Nakamura’s name lords above the tiny room in old-school bulb signage. It’s table service, which is surprising considering the space’s setup, but the whole place is only about 18 seats, including a narrow bar against the wall, so nobody will wait long for anything. It’s spotless, quaint, functional–everything you need, nothing you don’t.  The tontoro bowl is Nakamura’s tonkatsu varietal–the standard pork-based bowl. While it does not come standard with an egg, one can be purchased for three extra dollars, and it’s worth it—the egg is perfectly tempered and well-seasoned. The broth is delicious; rich but not too salty—the kind you’ll chase to the dregs. Atop your ramen, you’ll find pickled mustard greens, bamboo shoots, and some leaf spinach. These add some light, fresh, acidic contrast and crunch to the broth, but once things are underway, they can get a little lost. The chashu pork is also delicious; fatty and tender, but the bowl only comes with a single slice. The noodles are excellent–not too thick, not too thin; perfectly springy with

Ivan Orkin is a ramen master. It doesn’t matter if he’s a Jewish white man from Long Island; he’s traveled the globe to put in the hours, dial in his focus, and devote his life to close study. But at his Lower East Side flagship, Ivan Ramen, the culmination of all that scholarship isn’t some lofty exegesis. No, his treatise comes in a bowl, and you’re supposed to slurp it. The room nods to a ramen shop without leaning into cosplay. The concept is simple: run a ramen-ya through an NYC filter. And the space delivers: modern, clean, well-lit and open; whitewashed with pops of color from wall art, including a notably impressive backyard tile mosaic. Staff are attentive if not enthusiastic, quick with explanations and suggestions. The vibe is casual, more fun than romantic. The draft list keeps faith with Japan while the fridge leans American craft—a smart two-lane highway that’ll please most, from beer-weebs to cicerone-jabronis. If you’re in the market, the sake and soju lineup is compact but well-realized with a few quiet show-offs to please connoisseurs. And the wine list is tidy, thought through with enough options to pair with each broth. The standard tonkotsu ramen hits the right notes: tender chashu; a perfectly jammy egg; crunchy kikurage; bright scallion; black garlic for a smoky/earthy note; pickled mustard greens for an acid pop. Ivan’s signature rye noodles arrive perfectly cooked—pleasantly chewy and great at grabbing the soup without turning gummy. Each component is

Karazishi Botan is a casual pocket ramen shop on Smith Street with a sense of humor and a ton of creativity. Helmed by Fumihiro “Foo” Kanegae (ex-Ramen master at Ippudo), KB calls its approach “New York–style” and means it: seasonal, nontraditional, with an attitude. The room is a proper ramen-ya layout: a slim corridor with a counter and a few two-top tables. Larger groups, be forewarned: this may be better as a solo or date affair. Some light superhero theming throughout (repeated Venom posters, a Spider-Man action figure mid-climb up the wall) induced bemused smiles. Perennial fixture? Seasonal decor? Either way, it’s funny. Drinks include Japanese beers, sake, wine, shochu, whiskey. There isn’t much of a bar, though seasonal frozen concoctions are available. There are a few oddities: the fizzy, jelly-ish IKEZO Peach or Yuzu are more dessert than drink, recalling those fruit gelatin cups.  Service is friendly, patient—and though the menu asks you not to substitute, if you have dietary restrictions, staff will happily steer you through options. Still, the menu necessitates a careful read. Outside of classic tonkotsu, the bowls don’t necessarily default with standard inclusions (protein, egg, scallion, etc), so in most cases you must assemble a bowl à la carte. That works out fine if you’re prepared for it. And here’s where that close read comes in: Parmesan? A falafel ball? Garlic croutons? Prices run standard (around $20-$23/bowl), so why not take a chance? As for ramen: t

Rockefeller Center is a pretty stressful place overall. There’s just a ton going on all the time. Too much. But the team behind Frenchette has transplanted a fun downtown brasserie’s heart into Midtown’s hulking suit of Art Deco armor. Upon awakening, their creation (known as Le Rock) has arrived, serving up beautiful bread, gorgeous pâté, and excellent cocktails, ensuring you’re comfortable and having a nice time. It’s an astounding feat that feels impossible, but undeniable: Le Rock makes being in Rockefeller Center worth your while.  High ceilings, Art Deco bones, terrazzo underfoot, a bronzed glow that lights up faces. It’s a beautiful room, top to bottom. Tables do fit snug in the dining room, which means that the noise level can reach a din and all of a sudden you start getting visions of why Rockefeller Center was to be avoided. But if you’re blessed with a little space and a reasonably calm crowd, none of that matters. And lunch tends to present a more placid service, so you may want to plan on a visit midday. Cocktailing here is delightful: precise, clean, interesting, without reading convoluted. The Martinis Maison are the headline, and they do really feel right in this room: Super Sec (overproof gin, extra-dry and white vermouth) is crystalline clarity—mature and bracing. The Au Poivre folds in spicy green peppercorn notes that’ll wake up your senses. Classic builds are available if you don’t want to venture too far. And there are a few other fun concoctions featur

Nasrin Rejali cooked her way from the streets of Tehran to Billionaires’ Row. No mean feat. Arriving in the U.S. by way of Turkey in 2016, she’s managed to parlay successful pop-ups into her very own brick-and-mortar, planting a culinary flag for her culture, traditions and cuisine. Nasrin’s Kitchen is not overthought, self-conscious posturing or a history lesson—it’s honest, delicious food, plain and simple. The restaurant is on the second floor of a dowdy 57th Street townhouse, around the corner from the Plaza Hotel and Central Park. Aromas and the murmur of happy diners do much of the level-setting as you ascend the stairs. The room’s marble walls and columns are obviously incidental—a condition of Rejali’s new home rather than a feature; the Persian touches throughout are an infusion of hospitality and hominess and warmth to the cold, pale, stone surroundings.Service is, in a word, proud. Servers are happy to share the space with you but not obsequious. They’re gently directive when you want help, hands-off when you don’t. The drinks here play backup, not lead. There are a few wines and a handful of Person beers that are light in ABV but tasty. If you like hot tea, that feels like the house specialty. You’re not obliged to try, but it does feel hand-in-glove. On her restaurant’s site, chef Rejali states in bold that cooking is an expression of love, and it’s not hyperbolic to say you can practically taste her assertion. These are home recipes rooted in inherited tradition

Pass the more obvious entrance to the listed address and walk into the sketchy-looking smoke shop. Immediately to your right, there is a set of stairs. Up that set of stairs and boom, you’re in your destination: Sushi 35 West. Confused? Is there a door to walk through? Some bait and switch; a pristine, hushed sushi temple made of wood, awaiting? Nope. Just a hallway. A service or utility hallway from the looks of it. The kind of place into which service staff at other establishments would duck to catch a smoke. To be clear: it’s not dirty. It’s just not… y’know, a restaurant. And y’know what? That’s fine.  This is maybe some of the best sushi in the city and that’s what you’re paying for. Not service or ambiance or comfort. Quality. That’s it. It’s an admirably honest and straightforward approach to dining: cutting out everything that isn’t directly related to the food. In this way, they’re really doing you a favor–sushi of this quality virtually anywhere else costs an arm and a leg. Order at the window, get your food, walk away. It’s luxury to-go. The only thing is, if you’re here and the tables are all full, you’d better have a backup plan for where to eat. Do not wait that hour on the train to get back to your Queens apartment to eat this. Seriously, do NOT do that. If anything, walk the few blocks to Bryant Park. The menu isn’t long. There’s no drinks menu, just some sodas and hot tea. If you’re not picky, there are pre-selected sets to streamline operations. Everything c

The Ear is a charming, stubborn sliver of old New York at the western end of Spring Street in a liminal neighborhood beyond SoHo’s borders and not quite The Village that—according to the eyeroll-inducing dictates of NYC real estate—is now called Hudson Square, I guess. The bar claims continuous service since 1817, which makes it one of the city’s oldest. Housed in the James Brown House historic landmark, the it’s just steps from what used to be the river’s edge, which you can see demarcated on the wall outside. But who goes to The Ear Inn for a history lesson?  The decor is unfancy, style-agnostic in a way that allows it to be itself. There’s some decorative junk above and behind the bar, wearing a half-inch-thick patina of dust. But what catches your attention is dark wood and brass warmed by daylight filtered through a green awning. The place feels old, but isn’t playing that or any other card. And unlike others of its vintage, The Ear Inn isn’t trying to sell you a Disneyland version of itself; the staff aren’t in costume, they’re not hocking branded trash. The closest thing to a schtick is the place’s nautical theme, but before John Lennon and Tom Waits and Salvador Dali ever drank here, it was indeed a longshoremen’s bar on the river. No pretense here. The drinks are, as you may expect, straightforward. Draft lines run reliable names, there are bottles and cans, and anything cocktail-adjacent clocks in at a reasonable price. Service is New York brisk i.e. efficient and u

KGB Bar is a small, stubborn, simple room that does its part to keep the city’s guttering literary flame alight. On most nights, there’s a reading—poets, novelists, editors, students, old lions. Hang around long enough and you’re likely to rub elbows with someone whose work you admire. And the big names aren’t slumming it here—in a sense, it’s as much a bar as a literary laboratory. One flight up and off the street, KGB is hard to stumble upon by accident. The decor is pseudo-communist themed: peeling red paint and propaganda poster art, the odd portrait and relic. It’s grubby in the right way; writers do love the trappings of struggle and strife. There are some small tables and a short bar and that’s about it. Close quarters mean that if you, say, pull out your phone in the middle of a reading, every single person in the room will be distracted. Do not do this. Drinks are basic—beers, liquor, and some wine. You get the idea. The bartenders keep it moving. It’s not a mixology showcase and care about that in the slightest. Booze is there to lubricate the social aspect of an inherently solitary pursuit. Hours are long (daily roughly 7pm–4am), and when the downstairs feels too packed, the Red Room upstairs hosts its own slate of cabaret and literary programming under a Deco glow. At one time, the bar offered Russian-branded liquor but the place (like the neighborhood) was actually home to Ukrainian expats. To be clear, the place isn’t inhospitable on cultural/ethnic grounds, but

As far as tourist magnets go, Fraunces is one of New York’s best. It’s a stately brick colonial that overtly exploits its own history, yes, including occupancy by George Washington. But the place still works on a few levels beyond that i.e. you can get a good buzz going in a cool room with pretty good food.  The decor isn’t doing Revolutionary War-era cosplay so much as continuity. Low light, old wood, and a warren of rooms—squint and you could be in an HBO period piece. Don’t be fooled by the crowded Independence Bar when you walk in—there are several different bars to choose from if you venture further, each with its own flavor. Lafayette’s Hideout is a Whiskey Bar, there are the Tallmadge and Bissell rooms that look like museum dioramas, and upstairs there’s a Piano Bar. Reservations are a good idea if you’re with a big party; those land you in the dining rooms. Drinks lean brown and sturdy with an Irish streak, so it almost goes without saying that you can get a nice pint of Guinness. And the whiskey selection is deep, so there’s that. If you’re not in the market, there are all kinds of other libations–they want you to stay a while. Live music seven nights a week (piano upstairs, trad jazz downstairs) gives the place a pulse. Service is highly efficient with friendly staff darting to-and-fro down the labyrinthine corridors. If you catch one of them on your way inside, they’ll direct you accordingly. Foodwise, Fraunces is a crowd-pleaser as long as your crowd is pleased by

Dear New York City Bar Patrons, It’s me, your trusty bartender. We need to talk about our relationship since COVID. For a few of us, bartending is a career; maybe even a calling. For the rest, it’s a job. Regardless of the motivation, there’s no denying that the way we turn a buck occupies a unique space in American culture. “We work in a very interesting industry where, yeah, it’s all about fun. But, y’know, in that fun, there’s a lot of risk,” says Dan, 37, who is a 20-year service industry veteran and manager/owner/cocktail wizard at West Village spot, Bandits. “You have to look out for people as a bartender.” But COVID flipped the world upside down. That includes us. “One of the first rules [bartenders] always hear is, ’no politics, no, religion in a bar,’” Dan says. “That went out the window because we were forced to kind of be the liaisons of the rules.”   Photograph: Julien Levy | George bartending at Double Windsor Almost overnight, we were effectively deputized COVID compliance officers, shoved onto the front lines. “That created definitely a weird balance where we were forced–or asked to–police our customers a little extra in order to keep the liquor license,” Dan says. Caught between a deadly virus, the government’s inchoate mandates (some of them arbitrary and punitive), our bosses, and you, norms of affability and commiseration had to take a back seat. “We’re here to serve, but we’re nobody’s servant. Don’t agree? There’s the door.” “We used to call it lifegua