Ipanema Bar NYC

Really cool bar, beautiful girls, drinks are affordable and it has a really nice ambiance! You must try their margaritas and their caipirinha.

I’ve been in this bar a couple of times; and I have to admit that this is one of my favorite spots to meet with my friends and meet new people. The service is warm and attentive. They vary the music: from Frank Sinatra to J. Balvin. I’ve tried their empanadas (rate: 3.5), and although they weren’t that tasty, they were a good snack. Drinks are good and cheapl!!!

We love this place; nice personnel and bartenders. Drinks are good and affordable. Music? a real good mix!
A place to enjoy with your friends and relax after a typical New York work-​day! Domenica, the manager, is really nice and helpful. This place is really good!
B & F

House shots $ 4; cocktails $ 7. The place is your standard dive bar. Nothing Brazilian about it besides the caipirinhas. Drinks were very weak. I’d stick around for a beer and get out of there.

This bar is terrible, being Brazilian I thought it would be totally different than it was because of its name, but there is nothing Brazilian about this place, not even the music, maybe just the caipirinha drink which I am pretty sure they mix water, because it isn’t strong at all. And finally the bartenders wear very tight clothes and try to act «sexy» the whole time and some gross men where giving them disgusting looks, very sexist and uncomfortable and once again not how bars are in Brazil!!!

I have been going to this bar for about five years and I can’t keep up with who is the owner or who is the manager and there’s a new bartender like every other week. Recently on my last day there me and a coworker were being harassed by a very drunk perverted man. There was no bouncer at the door. One of the bartenders (very drunk bartenders) boyfriend had to intervene, and kicked him out. I even had to ask if there was a bouncer and the bouncer was behind the bar and continued to do nothing while this obnoxious guy kept bothering us, we literally had to scream at him to leave us alone before he was kicked out. We moved on and continued to try to enjoy our night, my coworker bought the first round cash. I went across the street to deposit my check, came back and bought the next round one beer and three capirinhas. I should have closed out right there because they obviously were too drunk to be paying attention. Then I went to the bathroom my coworker buys another round of capirinhas paid cash and my bf adds one beer to my tab. When we try to check out later we ask for the check one girl comes drops off the check and leaves without saying anything, I see they charged me wrong so I call them over. The one wasted bartender was confrontational and screamed out over the bar «they say there’s something wrong with the check, but I think it’s fine». Totally unprofessional, then they say that the two capirinhas were not paid in cash so I would have to pay for them anyway since they already charged me. The one rude bartender says don’t worry we’ll check the cameras to prove it. Whatever, so the owner comes back like 5 min later says that she checked that camera and said that she didn’t pay in cash. NEVER GOING BACK EVER AGAIN. all I wanted to do was celebrate my last day at work and enjoy my last night coming to this bar and it went to shit! Hated it!

I am taken aback by some of the comments complaining about the drinks /​atmosphere /​bartenders here. Ipanema was better when only locals knew about it (in the 90s) Now, bridge and tunnel young crowd and tourists are ruining it.

Total dive, but in a enjoyable way.
I just like that this is a bar you can sit at and have no one bother you.
That’s a definite plus.
Drinks are priced in the same range as the 14^th st strip so that’s why its a average rating. But if you want to lay low in the area its probably here.
And jukebox is a plus for sure.

Haaaaaaaaaa.
THIS PLACE.
After a nice dinner out and a nice stop at Molly’s Cupcakes, I wanted to round my date night off with a drink at a nice bar.
…and we ended up here.
We asked for two rum and ginger ales, and I specified Brugal. (You don’t live in Washington Heights for four years without developing a love for it.) She pulled out the Bacardi. I pointed again to the Brugal. She got it. She poured an OVERLY generous portion of Brugal… and started to top it with Coke. She thought we said Barcardi & Coke, she admitted. Close! But… no. I specified ginger ale, once again. She came back over about two minutes later with a bottle of Sprite in one hand and a bottle of Canada Dry ginger ale in the other. She asked us which ginger ale we wanted. I… went with the Canada Dry, for obvious reasons. Heh.
We drank our drinks, ate peanuts from a Bud Light plastic pitcher, listened to everything from Bön Jovi to «Juicy» to Drake to techno, and watched an inebriated and very obvious prostitute have a drink and feel up her unabashed middle-​aged male client.
Come on. It was a TRIP! YES! Despite me giving this place a two star rating, I encourage you all to go. TOTALLY worth it.

The Girl from Impanema, it’s an interesting song — fun fact: heard this playing in the bathroom during my Virgin America flight once — but the bar version of the title of said song is absolutely atrocious.
Ingrid S., Stephanie P. and I wandered in here one night after having failed to get into a party nearby in the meat packing district due to full capacity. We figured that their two for one specials and cheap champagne would suffice for the night but sadly we were mistaken. To be fair, we saw the exterior and the interior of this place didn’t come as a surprise to neither one of us. We walked past some sad old men and sat on some cushy stools with a neon pair of lips blaring behind us slightly blinding us as we looked forwards at our reflections in the mirror at the bar in front of us. A bartender came up and she asked whether we’d like to have anything, this was definitely the beginning of when I first began to deduct stars for this place. Stephanie P. and I ordered champagne while Steph requested a «splash of grenadine» — I kid you not, they wanted to charge her an additional $ 2 for it. This bar may be close to the meat packing district but it’s not in it and furthermore, who charges for a SPLASH, S-​P-​L-​A-​S-​H, of grenadine? Get the (expletive) out of here. What a sneaky way to get someone to pay what I’m assuming is full price for a glass of champagne when you advertise «$ 5 draft, wine and champagne» right outside your bar. At first I believed it was a language barrier, as our bartender didn’t speak — nor understand — a drop of english, but she argued that it was liquor not not liquor.
Eventually, Steph got her odd (sorry girl!) concoction without having to pay $ 2 and seemed, well confused. The bartender insisted she used grenadine but it turned out to some sort of LIQUOR. The drink tasted bizarre if not stronger than it was before! If this was the case, I suppose this hole in the wall could suggest paying an additional $ 2 but this bartender thought it was grenadine. It became clear that this establishment did not do a thorough interview to make sure they hired people that know their mixes and alcohol. As Steph vented about the situation with Ingrid S., I noticed something completely unacceptable with my drink: a chipped glass. Now, this wasn’t real glass but it was chipped and it should have been discarded — how irresponsible! Should something have happened to be they would have a serious law suit on their hands, especially if I had an injury resulting in death from consuming shards of G-​d-​knows-​what inside of me. To add insult to what was avoided injury, the champagne was terrible and I was thankful I was isn’t Ingrid’s situation where she got this unfortunate two-​for-​one deal which consisted of a caipirinha, the national drink of Brasil, and something else that frankly, isn’t worth remembering.
Staring at my waste of a $ 5 bill, I noticed Ingrid and Steph eating — peanuts! I haven’t seen peanuts at the bar in forever and frankly it scared me. The décor of the place looked musty, sad and forlorn and tried to boast a (faux) Brazilian theme whilst 7-​month pregnant looking men playing pool in the back enjoyed typical reggaeton, Hispanic music. The idea of even touching those peanuts and putting them into my mouth sent me down a downward spiral of disgust. How does one EAT those? God knows what kind of people touched those peanuts before. Yes, you’re not eating the shell and you’re touching the shell to get to the actual peanut but HELLO, those same hands used to break open those shells touch said peanut. Ah, I die.
I don’t care, I’m never come back here again even if they do have a reasonably good deal for a place just two blocks away from the meat packing district. Not worth it.

I’m not as completely anti– this bar as my buddies. We wandered in here a few weeks ago and all were smitten with the chalk board advertisement promising $ 5 wells/​champagne/​Sangria, etc. I was sucked in with a kind of stupid deal of 2 for 1 (both drinks marked at $ 5). I have no idea what compelled me to this but I could have just gotten one drink instead of promising the bartender that I would order 2 from her. My friends went with the champagne. Thank heavens I didn’t. That was pure swill. Also, Steph wanted grenadine in hers, which sounds nast I have to admit. The bartender lady insisted they didn’t have any grenadine and dumped in some yellow colored booze. Curious. It made the champs honestly taste better than what it was before, so I’d personally be full of gratitude. I went with a tequila sunrise for my first and a caipirinha for my second drink. The sunrise was made both strong and delicious. The caipirinha. .. .. well.. .. it was drinkable. I smiled and nodded in affirmation. They also make a version of it with vodka that I’ve never heard of before.
The bar is a total dive without many endearing qualities. You will see either old men praying on well.. .. their drinks or people that look utterly miserable that are there for the awful latin hip hop music and free peanuts. I was there for the nuts, obviously. They also have a pool table. Enjoy!

This has got to be one of the least memorable bars I’ve ever been to in all of New York City. Yes, these are some harsh words because sometimes I feel as if I’ve been to almost every bar in all of New York City… lol. I came here yeeeeeears ago, back when I lived in Manhattan and needed to kill time with my mom.
We were literally on 14^th street and had an hour and a half to kill before meeting someone on 16^th street. I heard Spanish music blasting from here and a sign about margaritas and since my mom likes Spanish music and margaritas we hopped inside and had about 2 or 3 and then left vowing to never speak about this place again because of its high «sketch» factor.
At least 3 years later, last week, I totally thought this place was called «Iguana’s» (there’s an actual «Iguana’s» by my job in midtown) — know why I didn’t know the name of this place? BECAUSE IT’S NOT MEMORABLE, AT ALL — unless you’re a 50 year old man with the personality of Melba toast and like bartender women that wear tight clothes, are scantily clad, barely speak English (and not in a cool, authentic kind of establishment kind of way) and can’t mix a drink to save their lives.
Only thing they have going for them is decent all day happy hour specials, especially for being pretty close to meat packing. They brand themselves as being a Brazilian bar (and serve Caipirinhas, which is Brazil’s national cocktail, made with cachaça (sugar cane hard liquor), sugar and limes and Caipiroskas, same thing as a Caipirinhas, but with vodka instead of rum), but they play tacky/​ghetto Spanish music/​reggeton with the occasional 90s jams and seem to have a much more Hispanic vibe than Brazilian… embarrassingly enough.
Now don’t get me entirely wrong, the music isn’t even what kills this place’s vibe for me because I will shimmy to this stuff without even thinking about it, but it’s just everything else — the weird, cheapy neon/​black light, the weirdly empty pool table, the sketchy male patrons, the mirrors behind me reflecting the creepy guy patrons… yeah…
We popped in here because of a sign outdoors that said «$ 5 draft, wine and champagne», well drinks/​cocktails were $ 7 and two for one since it was «Ladies night». Anna F. and I went with champagne and Ingrid S. went with a tequila sunrise. Ingrid’s cocktail was pretty decent, I on the other asked for a VERY light splash of grenadine in my champagne and she wanted to charge me an extra $ 2 for it. A.) You guys are a cheap, ghetto bar. Stop. B.) I am NOT paying an extra $ 2 to put something in my cocktail that has ZERO alcohol content. As she went to pour my plain champagne she came back and said «I put grenadine in it and I’m not charging you» for it. Oh thanks for the favor :-/​.
Now, if you look at my champagne photos it’s not in the least pinkish or light red… in fact, it’s more golden. I know my colors and more importantly, I know what sparkling champagne and grenadine should look like — this was NOT grenadine. Upon tasting it, it was VERY evident that there was something in it that definitely had alcohol in it and was perhaps a bit pineapple-​ly. Not bad. It was like an accidental bellini at this point.
Ingrid S. sampled my weird concoction and also agreed that she did not use grenadine. No biggie because it was tasty, but what bartender doesn’t freaking know what grenadine is?! I’ve known what grenadine was since my infantile, Shirley Temple days at Dallas BBQs when I was a pre-​teen and though that Dallas BBQs was fancypants (don’t tell me you didn’t think so growing up, liar).
Also, let’s talk about Anna F.‘s champagne flute filled of champagne… the rim was cracked. If this would’ve been a glass flute (which I’m positive that it wasn’t) it could have caused internal bleeding that would have most likely resulted in death. Don’t believe me? Google what accidentally swallowing glass does to your innards. Yeah, would they have still served someone a cocktail in a cracked glass cup? I don’t know and we weren’t sticking around to find out. This is a «one and done» kind of place… unless you buy a «two for one» cocktail… then it’s a «two and done» place, heh.
I’d be fine if I never same back here (unless I was insanely desperate). At least they have free peanuts. I would rate this place 2.5 Unilocal stars, but since we can’t do halfsies — I’m rounding down because, «Meh. I’ve experienced better».

This place is quite an experience. I’ve stumbled in here twice, I live down the street. The crowd is all skeevy and creepy guys, and scantily dressed trashy looking female bar tenders that speak very little english. The alcohol is super cheap ($ 7 for a beer and shot) and you get free peanuts. Theres a jukebox thats usually playing super tacky music picked by the patrons. The first time I went my general feeling was ‘one drink and I’m getting the hell outta here’, I went back the second time just to confirm this, and yes I still feel the same.
I liked the review where the guy said the knife fight potential is around 40%, I’d say that about hits the nail on the head

Strange vibe going on here, cheap drinks during happy hour but always weird old guys playing completely atypical songs on the juke box like beyonce and madonna. good to grab cheap drinks during happy hour…

I have a get together several times a year here with my family and friends. We have a great time, The jukebox has every song you can imagine. It does have the Spanish flare, but I love love it. The2 bars makes it easy to get your drink when u want it. The barmaids are sweet. Definitely a dive, but I love going there for a couple of hours to drink and laugh. yes I would recommend for a friendly affair.

Here yesterday I experienced:
2 scantily clad female bartenders
1 bartender who did not understand much English because when I asked the location of the bathroom, she could not help me. However when I used the word bano she understood.
No one playing pool.
1 quick drink at the bar

The bartender only charged me $ 4 this time.
Maybe it’s ’cause we share a birthday.

This is one wacky place. The bartenders walk around half naked, there are strange men playing pool and I feel like the knife fight potential usually runs around 40%. I can’t get my Maker’s Mark here, but they’ve got cold beer and usually I’m only here because a buddy of mine wants to go there. We sit at the bar, have a drink and then get the hell out of there.

Whenever I meet my buddy from grad school in manhattan, we always meet up at the corner of 14^th and 8^th because from there, one could easily go anywhere. As it turns out we usually start by walking east a few steps into Ipanema to grab a brew and plan our evening. Ipanema is what I would describe as a latin/​central american no-​frills neighborhood watering hole. The always-​female, always-​friendly bartenders wear pretty skimpy outfits which is the best part of the overall décor. Other than that, nothing special.