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What else would you call Manhattan's only gay sports bar? |
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-/10 |
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Walking inside it's as if you've suddenly been magically transported around the world to a bog standard, always a bit too crowded, dull as you like pub in midtown Sydney. |
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-/10 |
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Top of the line karaoke machines and quality microphones mean you can capture ever missed note of Umbrella (ela-ela) in stunning fidelity. You can take over any of the 12 private rooms for $8/pp per hour. |
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-/10 |
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This tiny lounge dressed up to the nines in South Beach chic achieves a dizzying nose to the sky level of pretension. It's almost worth the door hassle and a $16 cocktail for a zebra print seat to snear at it all from. |
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-/10 |
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This monstrosity is obviously the product of a strange spatial-temporal distortion which brought it here from Vegas in the 90s, because there's no way the pitch for bowling alley nightclub writ large could have ever found funding in New York City. Right? |
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-/10 |
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This Manhattan chain of restaurant/bars has been successful for good reason - consistency. The service, the food, even the crowd is almost always slightly better than just good enough. There's a lot to be said for a sure thing. |
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-/10 |
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This disco balled bedecked trading floor serves as prime broker for the exchange of hard cash for exclusivity and exclusivity for the time and attention of beautiful, young, skinny, white girls. If you have either currency in excess this is the place to make a deal. |
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-/10 |
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Third floor karaoke lounge with private rooms and decent sound. |
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-/10 |
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There's a brand new next big thing every couple months in the space that was formerly Release which was formerly Suede. Door's gimmic is a video camera and a buzzer instead of a door person. |
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-/10 |
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The tourists and office workers who fill Foley's didn't just happen to wander in. They've come back year after year, and lunch after lunch, because Foley's has something sorely lacking in this area, a soul. |
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4/10 |
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