Blarney Stone

So, we found this place when we got off of the train. We planned on drinking a bit then going to the Diplo show at Madison Square Garden. I’ll be the first to admit that EDM is not my first choice anytime anywhere, but Virginia wanted to go and I didn’t have other plans. We ended up drinking from approximately 5:30 to 11 and skipped the show. We bought two $ 35 bottles of Wycliff because, hell, that’s what champagne costs at a New York bar, and then caught the train home. I had a great time. Sorry to my boyfriend for the drunk texts I sent him railing him out for not buying me enough flowers or w/​e; I don’t remember exactly what I said. That’s the beauty of the rail system.
Anywho, the people we met were honestly top notch. What kept us there in the beginning was the sweet jams, and then Jiggs connected to the juke box and spent probably way too much money but kept the playlist hopping.
I’ll add that the bartendresses were SO incredibly nice and that one girl’s hair… i ashamedly didn’t catch her name, but I asked her how she did her hair so she knows who she is. For being directly across the street from NY Penn, everybody working was so personable and it was extremely affordable. $ 6 wells during happy hour, y’all. Welcome to Texas x3 or something.

fun, fun, fun,…stopped in before a Rangers game and was able to grab 2 seats at the bar… bartenders were really nice and accomodating,…ordered a few btl beers and 2 orders of sliders… great place to kill time and hang out with some great fans before the game… good price value,…i’ll come here whenever im in the area

Blarney Stone is a three star dive bar.
I recently had to have a group meet at a bar before going somewhere else and Blarney Stone was welcoming, accommodating and bartenders were pretty on point.
Juke Box is pay as you go. They have screens for games, and screens for lotto. Really. They do.
The area attracts some interesting people. Unfortunately, with Penn Station and all the trains so close, you can’t help but see a bunch of train wrecks.

I love dive bars. I hate any bar where the bartender skips any song, especially when I paid to hear them. I was not playing hardcore music or the same artist over and over. This is stealing from me. Period. Considering the prices and total lack of personality from the bartender I’d skip this spot and walk over to Blue Ruin. Better drinks, better prices, better bar. Shame on you Blarneys, you failed.

One of the 4 stops on our pub crawl. It’s well lived in.

Smelly, divey, cheap beer. Great

Place has a sign outside for a 8:30am-5pm happy hour: $ 1.50 mugs and $ 3.00 pints. Just think about that for a second.
Dark as hell… they sell lotto tickets… back has a pool table and is being used as a storage area for items of little to no monetary value: a cheap charcoal grill, an old air conditioner, a falling-​apart particle board fold out table. Careful what you lean on, like the partition by the bathroom. The place might just cave in.
But who cares? It’s decently cheap, not super loud, and the pool table in the back is in decent shape (1.50 a play). Note: it’s a short table and you have to use the «short» (broken in half) stick for a few angles.
I had a fine time here with a buddy last week. Ran the table for four games with a friend (though I don’t really count the game against the junkie, despite that she made some awesome shots). Had a great time. Bartender was nice. Would definitely return.

I can sum this place up with two statements.
1. I saw roaches on the floor and after telling the bartender, nothing was done about it.
2. There was one of those massage chairs that you buy at bed bath and beyond for like $ 40 bucks there in a back room.
But oh, they have a pool table. This place is weird and gross. More dive-​y than I can handle. Next.

Not to be confused with the bar of the same name 1 block over on 8^th. This is a dive complete with pool table and a man sleeping in the back. $ 1.50 pitchers and a fun local crowd. A must on your NYC dive list.

This is arguably the definition of a NYC dive bar. I was only in this place for a couple hours and characters from all across the spectrum stopped in. The bartender was a friendly older man. The patrons were all ages. The beer is cheap and served in frozen glasses. The décor is naturally worm crossing memorabilia from the last 30 years. There is a pool table and plenty of seating in the back. They have Quick Draw too!
This place really is an absolute gem. I wouldn’t be writing this if I didn’t feel the need to encourage people to go here and protect places like this in our great city. A place like this can not be replaced over night. It grows with age and really is priceless. With the loss of Hickeys and many other great dives I’m thankful to have found this place. So please stop buy and support your local dive.
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This is my favorite bar in NYC. The best dive in the world. Cheap beer. Frozen mugs, and amazing décor.
Highly recommended.

(This review is for the Blarney Stone on 9^th Ave. and 29^th Street. There are several other bars in Manhattan with the same name.) I’m really reluctant to write about this place. If I thought more people would read this, I wouldn’t. It’s like a fragile glass sculpture. It could so easily be destroyed. As it is, this could be the last place of it’s kind south of 125^th Street? Wow! A DIVE BAR in the best sense of the word. Nothing faux, pretentious, or studenty. I’ll bet our 3 Japanese members were the first people from that country ever to lighten the threshold of the place… and THE BAR LOVED US!
Except for one annoying white guy, everybody at the bar was our instant friend. The thickly brougued bartendress bought us two pitchers of beer. The night cost $ 11 a piece plus the pizza. We were the life of the party, and guardians of the unlockable mens room door. When we walked in, I said, «this place would be perfect if it weren’t for the music being too loud.» In ten minutes, Linda, the bartendress came to ask us if there was anything she could get us. «Yeah,» I said. «Lower volume.» BANG! She was at the controls. «Just raise your hand when it’s at a good volume,» she said. «Excuse me,» I didn’t, but should have, said. «Are we dead and is this heaven?» The neighborhood is foreboding with NOTHING, but 1 pizza place and lots of people sleeping on the sidewalk. I hope that’s enough to scare off tourists. Once inside, the funkiness, friendliness, and everyone’s-a-pal spirit, makes this our best new discovery of the year. Wee — uuuuu. –Drink Club NYC is a roving group of NYC drinkers