● Southern Hospitality (Midtown West) – Second location of Memphis-into-Manhattan BBQ roadhouse. ● Ditch Plains (Upper West Side) – Seafood-shack inspired, but thoroughly modern. Montauk sans the LIRR and salty surfer boys. ● Tenpenny (Midtown East) – Italian-accented menu and service as solid as a tenpenny nail.
Fashion Week is so jam-packed with things to do that it’s impossible to do them all. I went through my Droid apps again and still couldn’t find that Star Trek “Beam Me to the Hudson Hotel, Scottie” app. I never made it. Maybe the new iPhone will have it. The soiree that I had to go to featured DJ Cassidy and ?uestlove, and was “powered,” they said, by Jonny “the Lover” Lennon—and I missed it. And it wasn’t because I was where I was also supposed to be (the Grey Magazine event at Rose Bar), because I missed that as well.
I was invited by Brantly Martin, who is friends to so many of the best people, having toiled in the club world before his talents, brains, balls, and enthusiasms made him useless. I easily would have been the ugliest cuss at this shin-dig, as Brantly attracts real talent. Pillage, his 2009 book, chronicled the NYC club scene in all it’s glory, and of course, debauchery and destruction. Although he changed the names of the guilty parties who attended all the right parties, he made a great deal of enemies. For the first time ever, his accurate descriptions of the lowlifes so often involved in the bottle/model phenomena hit too close to home. My mom, the philosopher, continuously offered: “You can’t make an omelet with out breaking a few eggs.” For a while, NYC nightlife was awash with omelets, courtesy of my friend Brantly.
Alas, I wasn’t there to be butt-fugly and ancient in a sea of the beautiful, young, and restless. My Droid let me down there too, as I failed to heed the obnoxious squeaking of my alarm app. Yep, I slept through Tuesday night. I went to sleep at 7am Valentine’s Night. You see, on Monday I won three times at Bingo, including the cash jackpot—which I had on 2 cards. I had never won anything before. When I told mom she philosophized: “Unlucky in Bingo, lucky in love!” She chuckled about that for hours. Hosts Murray Hill and Linda Simpson said they never saw anything like it, and if there’s anything I know, I know those two have seen a bunch. The great/late bank robber and philosopher Willie Sutton once offered that a man should place a bet every day, as he could be walking around lucky and not even know it. I decided to try my luck at other things Monday night and, well,Tuesday became a lost cause. I’m allowed, I’m of legal age—for awhile now. I must have received 500 more invites to unbelievably wonderful, “once in a lifetime” events than my usual 1,000-plus invites a week. Some came in little boxes, others unfolded to become giant posters. Most were mass texts or emails screaming their uniqueness and fabulousness. There were fancy ones that smelled like the first floor of Macy’s, and about a hundred nice black paper ones with “fashion-y” fonts. I guess those were meant to proclaim serious importance. With my day job, the puppies, the cat, and the girlfriend, I missed all but a few, and all of the serious, important ones. The worst invite was the one for tonight’s party at the Chelsea Room. It must have seemed clever to those involved, or maybe it was simply a desperate attempt to put out something—anything—because they didn’t really have anything real to invite people to. It read:
Theme of the night: F*** fashion! Let’s just have fun!!!? Come and join us! Non Fashion drinks. Non Fashion looks. Non fashion attitude. Only beautiful, interesting and creative people. Nice atmosphere and lots of fun! You’re welcome to go crazy with your outfit and follow the theme!
Expect: Abstract and fun entertainment= photos, models—style, hair and MUA, music, Fashion TV, and few other fun media will be attending too.
Door Policy: You have to mention one of us or the event at the door!
Hope to see you there! Cheers, Eleonora & Anastasia
My mother/philosopher, who I think dated Willie Sutton for the 30 minutes of his life that he wasn’t in jail, once said: “If you don’t have anything nice to say then don’t say anything.” I think Eleonora — who I adore — and Anastasia should have rethought this. Maybe my mom would have told me not to say anything about this, but it’s early in the day and I’m hankering for an omelet.
Tonight I will absolutely attend, even if I have to guzzle a couple of those 5 hour energy drinks, the opening of Southern Hospitality. It is the second branch of this brand, and is located at 645 9th Avenue on the corner of 45th street. Its 5,000 square feet of good food, drinks, and solid people. Mine and everyone else’s friend in the industry, Eytan Sugarman, is behind this venture. Eytan was behind Suede back in the day, which, after all the huffing and puffing and posturing and posing is done, might just rank as one of the most fun joints of all time. The industry will turn out to support as Eytan has always been there for all. The lounge upstairs is the place to be. Roy Nachum (1OAK) designed the space. Quoting Eytan, Roy took “all our original accents of distressed wood, brick and stainless steel, and created a masterpiece. He truly captured the essence of what Justin, Trace (Ayala), and I envisioned when we created this brand together. I must say, I’m so proud of what we’ve created here, and really cant wait to share it with you.” The Justin mentioned is indeed “that Justin.”
On Sunday, Americans will trick themselves into caring about hockey one last time, when their Olympic men’s hockey team will go up against either Slovakia or Canada in the gold medal game. Since we all know it will be Canada, this means a rematch of the game that suddenly ignited U.S. interest in hockey for the first time since the word ‘mom’ wasn’t attached to the end of it. Now that Sunday is suddenly Game Day, the question is, where is the ideal spot in New York to cheer on a bunch of guys you’ve never heard of before?
As a Canadian, I’ve been watching all my games at a location that will remain secret, so I can maximize my chances of securing a spot in front of the big screen. But if I wasn’t going to Location X, I’d be watching the game at all of these locations, simultaneously.
Cheer on Team U.S.A. at Warren 77, but if owner Sean Avery is in the house, you might want to keep your chants to a murmur. He’s Canadian and he can kick your ass. Sixteen high-definition big screens line the walls at Firefly in Nolita. You might have to wrastle a screen away from an clueless NCAA aficionado, but those guys generally fall somewhere in the ‘pussy’ category. We kind of hate to say it, because there’s nothing less hockey than the American South, but Southern Hospitality on the Upper East Side is always a raucous good time when it comes to sports, as are the various Brother Jimmy’s locations across the city. The loudest and most grating U-S-A chants will be busting down the walls of The Village Pourhouse. If you’re a Canadian, sneak in there incognito, stare pompousness directly in the eye, and then spit in it when your home team wins. Sorry, but it’s inevitable.
The Super Bowl is an event not just because of the football, but because of the food. It’s an excuse to get plastered and snack on unfashionably delicious bar food on a Sunday afternoon, football fan or not. The wonderful thing about this is that restaurants often “go deep” and present their offerings in a catering-friendly form, so you can either (A) come to the party with the best snacks or (B) host one at your own digs, and not have to worry about preparing oven-baked sheet after sheet of Pizza Rolls and Bagel Bites, or even worse, trying to get someone to deliver during the game. Of course, there’s always pizza, which you can order a few hours before the day of, but why go for the normal grub when you can hit something slightly more exotic. In other words: which restaurants are helping New Yorkers get one through the uprights, and bringing forth good grub to the game?
Momofuku Ssam Bar All those who place their bets on David Chang to deliver the goods will be pleased to know that he’s again offering the Bo Ssam — a motherlode of whole slow-roasted pork shoulder, with all the fixings: napa kimchi, ginger scallion sauce, caramelized onion, horseradish crème fraiche, bibb lettuce — along with some awesome sides–smoked chicken wings, red onion cole slaw, yukon gold potato salad, baked adzuki beans with bacon–and one of the best desserts the MomoEmpire has to offer–a dozen compost cookies–for $325 this year. Better get on it, though: today (February 4th) is the last day they’re going to be taking orders. Not exactly a hail mary, though: Momofuku’s a pretty surefire bet, year-to-year, Super Bowl or not.
BLT Burger The haute Village burger stand (whose burger received notable approval from us last year) rolls out their own special for four, eight, or 15 people (priced respectively at $60, $120, $225). They’re packing in burgers, fried snacks (onion rings, skinny fries, sweet potato fries, waffle fries, fried dill pickles), along with chicken wings and waffle bites. Even better, orders can be places and picked up the day of the game, but call ’em in early, unless you feel like missing the halftime show.
Kefi Upper West Siders going slightly more highbrow than the average fried fatfest can hit up star chef Michael Psilakis’ casual Greek digs for something a little more exotic than the typical Super Bowl spread. 6-8 people can get Psilakis’ homemade pita “chips” with tzatziki dip, hummus, Greek salad and Kefi’s meatballs — which are, by far and away, the restaurant’s standout dish — along with spinach mac and cheese, some Spetsofai pasta (rigatoni, sausage and peppers), and your choice of Souvlaki or Roasted Chicken, which also comes with a side of lemon potatoes. You can call in an order to the restaurant for $49.95 day of, and get it delivered in the neighborhood at no extra charge. That said, someone’s working on the Super Bowl, delivering your food, while you’re partying. Tip well, lest you get sacked by bad karma.
MacBar One of those party dishes nobody’s ever gone wrong with, ever — Mac and Cheese — can be brought to the table in a style naturally befitting New Yorkers, which is to say, a variety of flavors including truffle oil, lobster, any number of cheeses, among others. MacBar’s got 12 different flavors, and they’re putting the entire menu up for catering 16 to 20 people, priced anywhere from $40 – $70. Orders need to be placed at least by Saturday, and when you pick ’em up, make sure you get a cabbie who can keep the meter running, lest you get stuck on a Nolita corner with a massive tureen of hot, gooey noodles without a ride to move ’em.
Acme Bar & Grill and Great Jones Cafe We couldn’t make a list without giving due diligence to New Orleans fans, who have some of the best native food in the country. Good Cajun food’s hard to find in the city, but Acme does delivery via Seamless Web, and they have an entire menu of PoBoys and a kitchen that could pull oof a party of ’em. It certainly isn’t the “fanciest” of the options here, but it’ll get the trick done. For superior Cajun grub, Great Jones (as the smaller restaurant) might merit a little more advance notice and a little more convincing, but will definitely bring tasty game to the table for New York’s dedicated, displaced WHO DAT nation who can’t (and shouldn’t) be bothered to cook that day.
Finally, Bar-B-Que‘s a sport in and of itself in New York, so it deserves a few options. Dinosaur Bar-B-Que doesn’t have a specific Super Bowl catering menu, per se, but they do have some of the best meat in town, and as they’re located all the way uptown, they’re not going to be as slammed as some of the other places you might end up at. South Brooklyn should head to the Smoke Joint, arguable the best in the borough, though North Brooklyn’s meat-on-meat destination Fette Sau in Williamsburg would beg to differ. Smoke Joint will come correct on the sides, while Fette Sau comes correct with all kinds of meat, though their side selection is limited. For Manhattanites, Danny Meyer’s Blue Smoke is a wee bit pricy, but solid, and Indy fans will appreciate their care for the midwest’s BBQ stylings; Wildwood‘s located a few blocks south, is cheaper, and has a bigger menu for those who want to reach outside the realm of more typical offerings, but Hill Country has the best of all worlds: good meat, great sides, reasonable prices, and most importantly, will deliver Sweet Tea in a mason jar for you. If that’s not Southern Hospitality, what is? Well, Upper East Siders can find out: the Justin Timberlake-associated Southern Hospitality does take-out, too.
As if you didn’t already know, the final season of Lost premieres tonight, and people around Manhattan who haven’t already snuck a peak at the leaked episode are gathering their trusty Lostheads and taking over bars and living rooms around town. If your living room is too small for both you and your Locke-loving friend, if you like to yell marriage proposals whenever you see Dr. Jack Shepherd and like to be around people who do the same, if you feel weird about getting drunk by yourself while playing an H.G Wells drinking game, then you’re ripe for a Lost viewing party.
●Southern Hospitality (Upper East Side) – Sure there is a Meetup group that’s 265 Dharmaholics deep, but it turns out these Southerners are addicted as well. Perks: $10 Pitchers of Coors Light and Miller Lite $6 ‘Oceanic’ Frozen Drinks $3 ‘Dharma’ Shots 14 HD TVS
●Brooklyn Bowl (Williamsburg)- Aptly titled, I’m So LOST: Season 6 Premiere. Bowling and Lost? Our heads might explode. Perks $2 Brooklyn Brewery Beer No Cover
●The Bell House (Park Slope) – You have to travel all the way to Gowanus, but with the band Previously On Lost playing a live set, and some serious raffle prizes, it’s probably worth it. Perks: Projection Screen Lost-inspired snacks Dharma drink specials 1 hour of free Lost specialty themed drinks from 7-8
●Firehouse (Upper West Side)- Get in the door for free-99 (no cover!) and then watch the madness on ten huge TVs. Perks: Drink specials if you are in the Dharma Initiative (aka the New York Social Network)
●Professor Thom’s (East Village)- Thom’s has been supporting Lost for awhile, offering recaps during the off season (doubt Village Pourhouse does this for the football off season). Perks: Free Jungle Juice Shots
Others: Skylight Diner (Hell’s Kitchen),
It’s Wednesday! What are you doing just sitting there? You should be out! Running around, wheeling and dealing with the ‘in’ clubs and high traffic restaurants for a better deal on your prix fixe, four course, four hour premium open bar NYE pre-packaged evening, or at least working at the second job you picked up just to pay for the special night. That’s just the way it is, New Yorkers. Recession be damned, if you want to go anywhere even semi-hoppin’, you have to throw down major green just to step out your door. But alas, dear reveler, we have an easy to manage round-up of Thursday night’s festivities, with pricing included. To buy tickets for New Year’s Eve events in New York and elsewhere, check out Joonbug and NewYearsEve.com.
Boom Boom Room: New Years Eve at the Top of the Standard. Time: 9:00 pm – 4:00 am. Price: $250 for standing room. Details: The Studio 54 of 2009 will feature a performance by Courtney Love. This may be your only chance to buy your way in. Revel: Day & Night Winter Wonderland. Time: 9:00 pm – 1:00 am. Price: $125 for a premium open bar from 9pm to 1am. Details: The Koch brothers were pioneers of the day and night in the ’00s, now VIP dinner reservations (up to 10K for a group of 30) will more than mimic their epic brunch shit shows.
Avenue: New Year’s Eve. Time:10:00 pm – 2:00 am. Price: $175 for GA. Details: Getting past Wass, priceless.
Hotel on Rivington: New Years Eve Party. Time: 9:00 pm – 12:00 pm. Price: $150 for GA, with an open bar from 9:00pm to 2:00am. Details: Sure, the hot tub is tiny and a total gimmick, but the roof is gold on a night like NYE.
Juliet: Supperclub New Year’s Eve 2010. Time: 9:00 pm – 4:00 am. Price: Call for pricing information. Details: This is a great place to fist pump your way into the New Year.
Tenjune: New Years Eve. Time: 9pm- 4am. Price: $150 per person, including premium top shelf open bar starting at 9 PM, $200 a ticket includes your own table, complete with 1 bottle of vodka, 1 bottle of champagne & waitress service for the night. VIP tickets are priced at $250, and this includes 1 bottle of vodka, 1 bottle of champagne & waitress service for the night and premiere seating. A special guest performer will also be there to ring in the New Year! Details: Eugene’s hotspot inexplicably still packs some heat, and he wont disappoint. Southern Hospitality: New Years Eve. Time: 10pm- 4am. Price: Tickets start at $80 per person, which includes a top shelf open bar from 10pm-3am, passed hors d’oeuvres, and a champagne toast at midnight. VIP package is $120 per person and guests will be given top shelf open bar from 9pm-3am, stationary hors d’oeuvres, a champagne toast at midnight and party favors. Additionally, VIPs will be treated to table seating for groups, two bottles of vodka, 1 bottle of champagne, and 2 buckets of beer! Ultra VIP Includes Prix Fixe Family Style Dinner including 3 courses for $140 per person. This includes top shelf open bar from 9pm-3am, champagne toast at midnight, party favors, 2 bottles of vodka, 1 bottle of champagne, and 2 buckets of beer. Details: Party starts at 10 PM and will feature live music by DJ Richie, party favors, and 14 HDTVs to watch the ball drop.
1OAK: New Years Eve. Time: 10pm- 4am. Price: $250 for a top shelf open bar from 10pm-2AM, champagne toast at midnight, live music by DJ Phresh. Tables are steep at a minimum $2K-$5K. Details: It’s price gouging at its finest, but it’s one of the finest clubs around. So it goes. Butter Restaurant: The Birchroom Soiree (downstairs). Time: 10pm-2am. Price: $125 per person, guests can enjoy an open bar from 10PM-2AM, stationary hors d’oeuvres, a live feed of ball drop in Times Square and a live DJ. Guests can also purchase a Large Table: $1500 minimum or a Small Table: $750 minimum. Details: A few weeks ago Leighton Meester sang here. A week later a Prince drove a Rolls Royce around the city and stopped in to hob knob here. None of this matters as much as actually being here on NYE. Guastavino’s: Kelly Killoren Bensimon Of The Real Housewives Of New York Hosts New Years Eve 2010. Time: 9pm-3am. Price: General Admission $125 for a 6 hour premium open bar. Details: Cuz it’s not a party unless there’s a housewife.
Tavern On The Green New Years at Tavern On The Green in New York City. Time: 9:30pm-4am 6 1/2 Hours Premium Top-Shelf Open Bar (930pm–4am), 4 1/2 Hours gourmet buffet dinner 9:30pm – 2am, Continental breakfast @ 3am. Price: General admission starts at $250. Details: Tavern’s “Farewell Party.” After 30 years, Tavern is closing it’s doors after this New Years event, so if you’ve yet to experience the awesome view and atmosphere, now’s your chance.
Webster Hall New Years. Time: 8pm-2am Price: $100 for general admission get’s you a 6 Hour Premium Open Bar with MSTRKRFT. Details: This is for the kids. For those who would prefer to be around sweaty, jumping, dancing drunkards and less around buttoned up, black tie, yuppie drunkards.
Roseland Ballroom New Years. Time: 9pm-4am. Price: $120 for general admission get’s you a within earshot of Paul van Dyk. Details: It’s unclear whether it is an open bar, but they do remind you to tip your waitress!
Delivering the “Top 10 Ways The Country Would Be Different If Britney Spears Were President” on The Late Show with David Letterman, Brit-Brit looked astoundingly alert and presentable in a skimpy string bikini. Number 4: “America might have a more coherent fiscal strategy.” Perhaps President Spears could divert some earmark spending towards a more human-like weave, and away from large faux flower headpieces. Only a suggestion. In other recent Spears news, yes, Kevin Federline is fat, and yes, Britney has decided to reward her father for saving her from a life of baldness and straitjackets and future offspring named “Quilt” and “Pillow” with his very own soul food restaurant. Jamie Spears will act as proprietor of the as yet un-monikered L.A. fry-den, which will hopefully be a tad more delicious than Nyla, Brit’s 2002 shot in the dark aimed in the general direction of the New York resto world. And somehow Justin Timberlake’s Southern Hospitality survives. All part of a global conspiracy to separate the former amours from their once-shared place of white trash awesomeness, if you ask me.
I have always suspected that it’s-Britney-bitch maintains a diet very similar to the composition of True Blood’s V. As explained by series auteur Alan Ball, that’s a mixture of “cabernet, the blood of European hemophiliac royalty, vodka, Viagra, and ecstasy.” For a fellow daughter of rural Louisiana, throw in a good heaping of Merlotte’s soul food, also known in the South as “food.” Alas, a deep fryer doesn’t exactly a bikini body make. So if Daddy Spears is hoping for culinary success in vinaigrette-not-ranch L.A., perhaps he should consider the following recipe for non-hypertension cornbread. Or you at home. Just add some liquor, and there’s supper!
Basil Cornbread 1. Preheat oven to 400˚ and butter a 9 x 9 baking pan. 2. In large bowl, whisk 1 1/2 cups buttermilk, 3 eggs, and 1/3 cup chopped fresh basil. Set aside. 3. In food processor blend 2 cups yellow cornmeal, 1 cup flour, 1/2 cup sugar, 4 tsp baking powder, and 1 tsp salt. Fold in 1 stick unsalted butter, blending until meal begins to form. 4. Add 1 1/2 cups (about 3 ears’ worth) fresh corn kernels and blend until roughly chopped. 5. Stir contents of food processor into buttermilk mixture. 6. Pour into baking pan and bake 45 minutes, or until golden and toothpick emerges cleanly from center. 7. Cool 20 minutes.
The evening of the Academy Awards is one of those arbitrary, easy reasons to have people over, cook a few dishes, let your guests scuff up your floors, and be forced to clean up the mess by yourself at the end of the night — sans a few dollars and with a dirtier apartment and the inevitable humorless letdown of watching a movie like Crash take Best Picture. Luckily, New Yorkers live in a city rife with far better places to be and far less irritating things to do. It helps that this year more than ever, it’s easy to have a decent time on the cheap, and watch the show on a screen (or twelve) ten times the size of your boob-tube at home. We’ve dug up the best parties going down Sunday night; all we ask is that you don’t forget your ballot, and your Nate Silver-endorsed cheat sheet with it.
10. Loreley (Lower East Side) – Both free and German — if you’re into that — Loreley is projecting the ceremony on big screens and dishing out German beers and authentic German food with what’ll probably amount to a pretty easy ballot pool to roll through. Get in and take ’em for all they’re worth. 9. Village Pourhouse (West Village) – The most frat-tastic, straight Oscar party you could hit; 24 different screens to watch the show on. Lots of beer to toast when Mickey Rourke accepts his award, brah. 8. Butter (Nolita) – Out Magazine-sponsored party with an optional $45 prix fixe dinner that typically goes for $100, and free vodka drinks from 7-8 during red carpet arrivals. 7. Southern Hospitality (Upper East Side) – JT’s (former?) restaurant’s got some decent specials going on for those who want to “Cry (Him) A River” during acceptance speeches: $8 Coors Light pitchers, 2-for-1 margaritas, and a few food discounts ($5 fried pickles, $10 nachos, a $29 BBQ platter meant to be shared). The place has 14 HD TVs and a huge projection screen; this might be the one place you won’t be at a loss for sightlines. 6. Professor Thom’s (East Village) – Do something for somebody else — proceeds from Prof. Thoms shindig’ll be going to benefit The 4th Annual Orchard Project, supporting New York City theaters. Early-purchase tickets are cheaper and worth the splurge, as there’s an open bar from 7 p.m. through 9 p.m. 5. Le Poisson Rouge (Greenwich Village) – Free admission to this awesome space will have it full, fast, so get there early. The show’ll get projected on a 12-foot jumbo screen; games (ballots, bingo, etc.) will be going on during the proceedings for free drinks. $35 will buy you a “Curious Case of Dale’s Pale Ale” (12 cans), $25 will score you a “Slumdog Bucket of Rolling Rocks” (12 cans). 4. Monkey Town (Williamsburg) – The Billyburg dining destination’s doing an awesome seafood prix fixe — the only catch being a $30 minimum on all attendees. If you want in, RSVP early. Starts at 7:30, and it’ll be hard to get in via walk-in after that. 3. The Reeler/Spout’s Oscar Party @ Dip (Murray Hill) – Knowledge junkies’ hotspot: Spend the night with a bunch of in-the-know film bloggers from Spout and The Reeler at a bar. You’re almost totally guaranteed to leave this place with a far better understanding of the movies and the night’s proceedings than you would anywhere else. Also: fondue! 2. Comix (Meatpacking District) – A free party you just need to RSVP for, they’ll be showing the ceremony on the multiple big screens scattered throughout the place, with resident comics riffing on the proceedings. They’re also serving up “specialty” dishes like the “CalaMarlee Matlin.” Genius. Requisite ballots and Oscar trivia will be in play for prizes. 1. Joe’s Pub (Nolita) – Without question, this is going to be the most fun (and easily the funniest) bash in town, as it typically is. Wiseass TG comic Murray Hill and his merry band of friends do their Oscar party for the 8th time, now, this time with guests like Kenny Mellman (one half of infamous downtown duo Kiki & Herb) and Bridgett Everett (who collaborated on her solo show with Mellman) doing Oscar songs of past and present between Hill’s sets. Expect a costumed, drunk, ruckus-causing group of attendees to get into the spirit of what’s sure to be a distraction-packed night.
1. Southern Hospitality (Upper East Side) – The 14 HD TVs and a large HD projection screen aren’t the real excess here — that’s the $80 premium VIP package. All you can drink, all you can eat appetizers (the fried pickles are absurd), and guaranteed seating to make sure once the fat is on, it stays on. Free Jim Beam from 4 to 6 only sweetens the deal. The place to be. 2. 40/40 (Flatiron) – Like stepping into a hip-hop video, minus the fisheye. All-white, super sleek. Oh, and Kobe Bryant is holding a party for his Laker friends and all the video hos this side of the Bronx. 3. Village Pourhouse (Greenwich Village) – 50 bottles, around 24 drafts at any given moment. But with the $30 all you can drink Bud Light draft from kickoff until end of the game, we both know what you’ll be drinking.
4. Bounce Deuce (East Village) – Brother Jimmy’s too packed? Go here. The website actually advertises their “eye candy staff,” so if the game is a blowout, other entertainment awaits. 5. Brass Monkey (Meatpacking District) – Didn’t take a set of brass balls to figure out the MePa needed a solid spot for unpretentious quaffing. Emerald Isle vibe, so while the rest of country is drowning in Coors Light, get dead to the world on good ol’ Guinness. 6. Hudson Bar at the Hudson Hotel (Midtown West) – Class it up on the least-classy day of the year. Special food menu and complimentary Peroni from 5 to 6. 7. Abbey Pub (Upper West Side) – Annual tradition of serving the host city’s local cuisine. So like what, alligator burgers? 8. Lucky Strike Lanes (Midtown West) – All-day party and beer specials. Plus, what better thing to do during the Super Bowl than to bowl! 9. Brother Jimmy’s (Various Locations) – Sure it’s a chain, but don’t deny its power. The Super Bowl is their Super Bowl. Expect the words all-you-can-eat and all-you-can-drink to be tossed around freely at this vaguely Southern BBQ joint. 10. Monkey Town (Williamsburg) – Monkey Town = Drunky Town. Four wall-sized screens and a $30 food and drink minimum, but if you weren’t planning on spending that much, you don’t deserve to be watching the Super Bowl anyway.