Whoever said that nobody likes to drink alone is a moron.
I like it. Sure, it’s a slippery slope and Lord knows we don’t need another alcoholic daywalker. But this city can really crush your soul. Sometimes, there’s only one thing keeping you afloat after holding your nose from the putrid humanity fart that is the 2 train – and that thing is some quiet time in a bar with flattering lighting.
The Dead Rabbit
Vibe: Swanky Gangs of New York
Drink Order: Pint of Guinness or an aggressive muddled whiskey situation
Feinsteins at the Regency
Vibe: Jazzy Cougars (John Edwards’ demise)
Drink Order: Filthy Ketel Martini
Bro J’s (aka Brother Jimmy’s)
Vibe: NC nostalgia and shame – Tar Heel expats and Murray Hill CPAs
Drink Order: Shot of tequila and a Mich Ultra, if only they had Fullsteam or Sweewater…
Vibe: Wolfing on Wall Street
Drink Order: Who cares, they’re buying. Posting up solo in here is like fishing with dynamite.
Vibe: The ultimate Feinberg sanctuary, and it’s always Shark Week up in here
Drink Order: Porkslap
Lincoln Center Fountain
Vibe: Beer tears, LIARS, lost dreams, and proximity to Shun Lee dumprings
Drink Order: Flask of Aviator, Roadie of Chard
Vibe: Classy Tribeca solitude meets Hipster business randos, proximity to Chambers St. subway stop
Drink Order: Bartender’s choice, these guys can mix a drink.