Irish Brigade

A dying breed in a city hell bent on eradicating the no frills drinking bar… and the shallower folk couldn’t be happier to watch its demise.

I’m a huge fan of dives and authentic-​feeling Irish Pubs, but there’s not a ton to make this bar stand out. There’s nothing bad about it, just nothing to really draw you in. The clientele were very nice; four of us strolled in on a rainy sunday afternoon and they immediately offered to shift their seats to make space for us at the bar.
The drink selection isn’t too amazing. They have zero taps and don’t offer any Irish beer in cans or bottles. They have a pool table, which is what initially drew us in, but it’s situated in a strange place. The bar itself is fairly small and if there are people sitting at the end closest to the pool table you’ll either have to ask the other patrons to move or decide on some unfortunate angles.
Again I want to emphasize that the bartender and other patrons were extremely pleasant. It’s just a small, neighborhood bar that doesn’t have much to recommend it as a fantastic new hangout.

It’s a horrible place. Please stay away! Especially you «young, urban, upwardly mobile professionals».

Now this is a dive that completely earns the respect and glory that word conveys.
Nothing on tap, but bottles for $ 4, this is really more of a sipping whiskey kind of place.
Loud conversations between the owner and some of the regulars, with a friendly attitude toward the newcomers (us), without pretense.
Jeopardy on the telly, a slight musky scent from the bar, and a barman that was eager to please, without needing to try very hard.
Will definitely return. Can’t think of many other places that would be better for that simple cold brew as you unwind from the stresses of the day.

I went to this bar with a few friends after a day at Fort Tryon Park. The minute I walked in, I felt as if through some crazy wormhole, I had been magically transported back to my neighborhood in the Bronx (Throggs Neck/​Pelham Bay, holla!) This is an old dirty Irish bar frequented by old men and possibly drunks (there were only old men there today.) They were watching OTB on TV. There was nothing on tap so we just got bottles of Bud and Coors for $ 3.50 a piece. After finishing one round, we grabbed our stuff and headed out into the daylight.