A Spirited Selection of Upscale New York Sports Bars to Watch (the Giants Win) the Super Bowl

On Sunday, the most important sporting event in the world will be held, assuming by "world" you mean "United States." This year’s Super Bowl is particularly significant, as it pits the Giants of East Rutherford, New Jersey New York against the Patriots of Foxborough, Massachusetts New England, two of the biggest television advertising markets most historically rich cities in the country. A list of Boston sports bars can be found here. As for my fair city, New York is filled with sports bars, but there are a handful of particularly upscale joints that break the lager-and-wings mold with fancy cocktails and haute cuisine – particularly important if you’re trying to make a date of it. Here are a few of our favorites. 

Bounce Sporting Club – Downtown

This upscale sports lounge attracts fans from far and wide with artisinal cocktails, delicious food, and more TVs than you can shake a thunderstick at.  In honor of the home team, order a Blueberi Bounce cocktail, which is made with Stoli Blueberi vodka, fresh lemon, smashed blueberries, and ginger ale.

Bounce Sporting Club – Uptown

The original location of Bounce strikes the perfect balance between clubhouse and fancy restaurant. If you wanted to watch the game and your better half was counting on date night, this is your spot. 

Snap

The sports bar reimagined as a nightclub. Clubby feel, football-leather banquettes, and sophisticated sips abound. 

The Ainsworth

This posh Chelsea sports bar has 40 flat screen TVs, along with miso duck spring rolls and 100-ounce beer tubes.

Warren 77

Sean Avery and Beatrice bloodlines make this about as trendy as sports bars get. Plenty of fun even if the Giants lose, not that there’s any chance of that happening. 

The Windsor

British-accented sports pub has Guinness-battered fish and chips and porn star martinis. Also, sports. 

The Fulton

Sophisticated sports bar way downtown goes the gastropub route with a killer menu and craft beers from here to eternity. 

Firefly

Proving that fancy sports bar is not an oxymoron. Big screens and quality burgers will make you cheer. 

40/40

Party like a rap star while watching sports stars at Jay-Z’s super club. 

Village Pourhouse

This East Village sports mecca gets rowdy, but that’s to be expected when you’ve got 50 bottles and 24 draft beers going at any given time. A nice, comfy hang. 

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Hot Totties: Fall Nightlife News

Perhaps eclipsed by the buzz of Don Hill’s, many under-the-radar projects are in the works for New York nightlife’s back-to-school season. While some neighborhoods are focusing on new openings – and non-neighborhoods are starting to call themselves “Kenmare” – many continue to draw inspiration from the past (not Steve Lewis’s past, but further back), hoping to add a dose of Mad Men elegance to nightlife. Here’s a shortlist of the most exciting developments destined to pack a big punch this fall.

Bars for Lucky Strike Guys n’ Gals Today, Guest of a Guest begged the question on everyone’s mind: Will new bars like The Darby and the Lambs Club restore the kind of elegance we’ve come to expect on Mad Men? Richie Akiva has talked about modeling The Darby – I had the stealthy pleasure of touring it last week – after Mad Men favorite El Morocco, and David Rabin, along with chef Geoffrey Zakarian, has collaborated on the Lambs Club’s 60’s atmosphere and classic drink menu. But the question remains: “Will people really dress up to go to dinner, will our ADD generation be able to stay in one location for the duration of the night, will we be able to put down our smart phones and make it through course after course with nothing but our conversation and a possible live band to entertain us?” If they do, I’m hoping my favorite old-school joint (and a frequent setting for Boardwalk Empire) Delmonico’s will also have a second coming.

Hungry for Something a Little Different After pulling teeth, nightlifer Matt Abramcyk (Beatrice, The Bunker Club, Smith & Mills, Warren 77) finally got the blessing of the Landmarks Preservation Commission to move forward with his plan to open a 100-seat Latin restaurant called Super Linda at the old Delphi Diner space on West Broadway and Reade Street. Super Linda will open sometime within year.

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A League of Their Own I am completely jazzed that Aaron Bakalar, former Socialista gatekeeper and nightlife mainstay, has finally found a way to capitalize on the DNA of famous offspring like Annabelle Dexter-Jones, Gia Coppola, and Isabelle McNally. Bakalar just launched The Collaborative Agency, a creative agency focused on the representation, promotion, and management of significant contributors to the modern youth culture. Says the website, “The Collaborative Agency represents individuals directly engaged in the fields of fashion, music, film, and art whose inside perspectives grant them the unique ability to appear as true images of their generation and to provide distinctive insights into the state of the current market.” If you look at the endeavor from a business standpoint, even if the talent grows up to become garbage collectors (which they will not, since the roster is brimming with potential, but I’m just saying), their names will still be bold-faced in the morning papers. Since they’re born with a certain amount of access, the kids have the luxury of being “early adopters” (I will never willingly use the synonym “tastemakers”) of nightlife and culture. I’m interested to see how Bakalar will manage and promote his clients, and what affect his background in nightlife will have on the collaborations.

What will happen to the “Kenmare” Nabe? “Kenmare Street was once a lonely extension of Delancey Street, home to auto mechanics, psychics, and bodegas,” says the NY Post. “Once a total drag, Kenmare strip is the coolest new food strip in town.” Lovely of them to notice, but some locals aren’t too keen on the changing tide—especially with the Nolitan Hotel opening at 30 Kenmare this November. One of my favorite websites, Bowery Boogie, notes that the latest “trendy hotel monstrosity” is just the beginning. “It’s the newest ‘it’ spot, which is simply a euphemism for a gold rush of epic proportions. And the scene is already crowded: Travertine, Kenmare, and Village Tart are already heavy contenders.”

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The Plaza: It’s What’s For Brunch I though it was a joke when I heard the rumor, but the Koch brothers, who run the popular “Day & Night” brunches at places like Merkato and East Hampton Point, are bringing their brunches of debauchery to the Plaza. If you thought Eloise was a terror (and I hope you did not), just think about what champagne bottles, sparklers, and people passed out on tables will do for the legendary hotel. Come to think of it, perhaps the brunches will be the wake-up call the Plaza has been in need of ever since the sleepy condos took over. Their first party will be held this Saturday.

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New Openings to Try

The Hurricane Club For the Kitsch of It You may only glimpse snippets of it between deskside cocktail hour (every hour), but the Mad Men era was also the golden age of tiki cocktails, with Trader Vic-style bars in every city and town. This tiki joint from the Quality Meats peeps revels in a similar brand of inauthenticity. AvroKO did the design. Slurp booze from a coconut while nibbling ribs off a pu-pu platter.

Lincoln Bar Food Pair a splashy hypar (hyperbolic paraboloid, but you knew that) lawn in Lincoln Center with an ambitious pan-Italian resto under the command of Jonathan Benno (Per Se) and you get one hot rezzy. Hit up the bar for a quick drive by, and be the first to say you’ve already been. If you’re into that sort of thing.

Alphabet City New Bar Crawl image Bedlam The folks of Eastern Bloc bring forth stylish retro cocktailing amid stuffed bears and assorted Victoriana. Try the Bedlam Cup, with Pimm’s, cucumber, lemon, and elderflower liqueur while lounging in the ginormous main space, complete with dance floor, top notch sound, and Anderson Cooper (his BF is a partner).

Billy Hurricane’s Another hurricane trope, this bar happens to be the Mardi Gras–themed Avenue B answer to Hooters. Hooters in the East Village—it’s blasphemous! But the kitschy décor—Bourbon Street mural, porch swings, and beading—feels Disney-enough to have a gander.

Idle Hands Basement spot keeps it simple: Bourbon. Beer. Rock. Latter represented in entryway with music-flyer collage. An equally bustling spot, Idle Hands shares the space with Billy Hurricane’s, boasting more than 70 bourbons, whiskeys, and ryes.

New York: The Best Places to Watch the Gold Medal Hockey Game

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.

Where in NYC to Watch the Yankees-Phillies World Series

Sixth borough, my ass. Call Philadelphia whatever you want any other time, but this week, in New York, we call them one thing: “Fucked.” Because the Yankees have the best team they’ve had in years, and they’re about to win their first World Series since 2000. Granted, it’s eight years late, but sometimes we need to play catch-up. For those who will have to tolerate watching the seven games with you — or watching the Phillies lose in four — we’ve come up with some decent alternatives to your average digs you’d watch baseball, for those who might find this a less-than-pleasurable experience. Batter up.

Warren 77: The New York Rangers’ own Vogue intern, Sean Avery, has a stake in this swank Tribeca sports bar place. People have said the food tastes like something you’d dig up on the third baseline, which: possibly true! Though we’ve never tried it. To their credit: for a sports bar, pretty stylish digs in a pretty stylin’ neighborhood with a lack of decent, upscale places to watch a game. Bring your pre-Avenue gaggle of girls here and drink to Damon maybe — just maybe — not throwing like a girl scout for once in his life, tonight.

Brooklyn Bowl: Oh, you better believe it. A big, beautiful hi-def screen in front of every one of their lanes, and they’ll be blasting the game and the jams each night that they’re playing. Throw in Blue Ribbon’s table/lane service of awesome, awesome bites and oh yeah: bowling. Bowling while watching baseball. With Blue Ribbon food. And jams. A win-win situation on all fronts.

Brass Monkey: Go West, Young Adventurer! Or if you’ve been dragged into the District of The Packing of Meat, or the District Where Figurative Meat Is Now Packed In Place of Literal Meat, and you’re (A) not the clurrb’ing type or (B) would rather be watching the Yankees game somewhere DJ Asshat isn’t raping you in the ears at deafening volumes with his Pucini/Oakenfold/Shakur mashup, go to Brass Monkey! It’s right in the ‘hood, it’s gritty, it’s old New York, and it’s gonna be a party, sans bottle service and/or Jersey’s “Finest.”

Milady’s: Again, an important joint for how unlikely it is, but god only knows how long Milady’s has been around (answer: for-ev-er). Step off, SoHo House: you and your anti-suit eugenics can find some balls here, an honest-to-god neighborhood joint of the highest pedigree. Everything at Milady’s is just decent, but isn’t that just how you need it, sometimes?

Blaue Gans: You want actually good food and the game? Tall order! Tribeca’s Blaue Gans — projecting the games on the “big screen” taking up the entire back wall that he’s also used for the elections and European soccer — is classic Kurt Gutenbrunner: sure, you can hit hard some ‘Weizen, and snack on the free soft pretzels and roasted almonds, but seriously? Go Gutenbrunner or go home: at least get a brat. You can pretend you’re uptown as it happens, except your “hot” “dog” will actually taste substantial and you won’t be embarrassingly gouged for it.

Corner Bistro: Asshole staff? Check. Great jukebox? Check. Overhyped burgers? Check. Yup. Plenty of people will be watching the game at the Corner Bistro. There’re worse places. At least it’s not Brother Jimmy’s?

Old Town Bar: Right by the BlackBook offices, the Corner Bistro that Corner Bistro wishes it were, cool beers, good burgers, great chili. Hell yeah, you’re going to Old Town, and you’re gonna enjoy yourself, too. Remember, as the sign out front will remind you: no bluenoses, and no bullshit, neither. Perfect location, mixed crowd, this should be your final answer, your fastball, down the middle. Oh, and they make a decent cheesesteak, too. Eat that, Philly fans.