Their Penthouse Suite on a Saturday night is where it's at, but if you don't make it up that high then order a lychee Martini from the lobby bar and you will be elevated to the party zone. Metaphorically speaking.
New York does Paris bistro, on the east side. If you want real French cuisine then you're on the wrong side of the pond, but if you like steak frites and a good glass of red, with some downtown credibility on the side, you got it.
This place is old school, hardcore and is the definition of a dive bar. That's the way they like it. Drink your beer, tip the bartender and don't look anyone in the eye. It's all good in the 'hood.
"Sssshh" is all you will hear from the bartender if your conversation rises to usual bar banter decibels. This monk themed bar respects the monks' two great loves: Belgian beer and quiet. There are copious amounts of both here.
There is one drink on the menu here: beer. And when you order you will be given one light and one dark. So simple. This is one of the oldest true pubs in town where the former presidents drank. Look up at the chandelier and ask the bartender the story behind the wishbones.
Every month is Oktober Fest here in Little Germany, minus the lederhosen. Sausages, sauerkraut and a litre of pilsner make for a good night.
Half liquor bar and half nail bar. Not a hint of girly glamour, just booze and the stench of nail polish. Almost a dive bar, even by purist standards.
« backVon brings a taste of continental Europe to the East Village. A curious wine list and a decent beer offering in a laid back local café bar is enough to entice the hoards of an evening.
The scene at this end of the Bowery for many decades was all about punk rock club CBGBs but the city has changed and not even the East Village is immune to a dose of gentrification. The Bowery Hotel is to the east side what the Standard Hotel is to the west side. On weekends the bar is buzzing with celebrities, fashionistas and anyone with cocktails and fun at the top of their agenda and with a fat wallet to boot.