Lucy's

Dive-in service. Been drowning sorrows on Avenue A almost since Peter Stuyvesant's day. Roomier, browner, and more non-descript-er than most local roosts. Less bodies, however, and surprisingly decent beer selection. Red fluorescent lights and dark wood walls keep it Barfly legit. Pool tables divert, although lines can form on busier weekends. Polish, seen-it-all, sexagenarian Lucy, elaborately coifed and garrulous, still lines 'em up. Saucers of all stripes knock 'em back.