Eurotrashtic and so very très très.
Jazzy scene reminiscent of the Village of yore.
Freaky people dancing to a mélange of Blondie, blues, and rock 'n' roll.
Beer bar institution finds new home, devoted crowd.
- Bongo
- West Village
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Lounge, Restaurant Bar
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Open
Bongo spins off second location, keeps same emphasis on top raw bar and creative cocktails.
Former downtown romantic gone uptown returns to camp out in the West Vil.
Tourist location brings party people who pack the place tight as Beijing.
Top Pick!
High-class weirdness, with a gypsy psychic at the door and stellar mixologists to determine your fate.
Authentic Scottish gastropub enters the West Village.
So, you can smoke here. Inside like a normal, civilized person. Sold yet?
Latest smash from Sean MacPherson and Eric Goode gets all Edwardian on the WVill.
- Julius
- West Village
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Gay Bar
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Open
Pre-Stonewall gay spot is still a riot for hustlers on the make.
Creative Aussie eats. Feel like king of the W. Vill woods.
- Lips
- West Village
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Gay Bar
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Open
Chicks with dicks mingle with bachelorettes getting drunken kicks.
Top Pick!
We'll go out on a limb and say it's cocktail heaven.
- Marie's Crisis
- West Village
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Dive, Gay Bar, Live Music, Lounge, Performance
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Open
Creaky wood floors and show tunes on full-blast from the baby grand in the corner make this West Village gay-bar the shiznit.
Barely legal boys hook grandpas at this gay institution.
- Norwood
- West Village
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Club, Lounge, Restaurant Bar
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Private
Another private Brit-inflected retreat for the wealthy exclusivity junkie.
Key West/West Village posh-dive mashup. Commence humming lyrics to “Brandy” now.
Greenwich Village-proper pub is something out of Middle Earth, or Docklands. Either way: the real deal.
Top Pick!
Rough-hewn, minimal room attracts sophisticated set.
Long-running fresa scene packed to the rafters with forced cheer.
Hookah pipes, Medi eats, and slick décor inside cavernous former Sheridan Square space.
Serious jazz heads, hefty prices, and a show you'll tell the kids about, assuming you get into that whole procreation racket.
Dylan Thomas died so you could get wasted with a bunch of guys in baseball caps.
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