Wall Street interns. Every summer they swarm the city, claiming everything from Tribeca sublets to Upper East Side dive bars as their own. But no matter how hard hipsters roll their eyes, there’s absolutely nothing we can do till Duke summons them back for pre-season. But it’s not all bad: no one has more fervent support for the monogramming industry, and in a few years it might be nice to visit their private islands, or at least their downtown lofts with outside space. So follow the smell of Axe to these spots to find a Bud Fox of your very own.
Dorrians Red Hand (Upper East Side) – Burger joint by day, fratastic by night.
Automatic Slim’s (West Village) – Freaky people dancing to a mélange of Blondie, blues, and rock ‘n’ roll.
Brass Monkey (Meatpacking District) – Irish hospitality amid MePa monkeyshines.
Brother Jimmy’s (Union Square) Citywide chain delivering weathered wood and BBQ. “Put some south in yo’ mouth.”
Brinkley’s (Nolita) – Gastropub heir to Bar Martignetti is more Christie than David.
Butter (Noho) – Celeb hang has surprising longevity of Monday night party. High-test hotties and much meticulously tousled hair.
230 Fifth (Union Square) – Hang in a garden chair on the roof deck with your favorite teeth-grinding I-banker. Viva the ’80s, baby!
Turtle Bay (Midtown East) – Relive your college years in Midtown; keg stands not included.
Joshua Tree (Murray Hill) – Young Murrays reminiscing about the MTV they watched in their short-pants days.
The Windsor (West Village) – Gastropub ambitions at this posh, Brit-accented sports bar.
Beauty & Essex (Lower East Side) – More beauty than Essex, as former furniture shop draws a flock of pretty people.