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P&G; is a classic watering hole with none of the yuppie trappings of most bars on the Upper West Side. Inside, it's pure Americana, right down to the giant neon sign, dusty wooden booths, and old-timey bartenders. Read more about P & G >>
http://www.pjclarkes.com Unlike its cross-country branches, P.J. Clarke's in Midtown is the original saloon, established in 1884. It's the one where Frank Sinatra joked about the urinals, the one featured on the cover of a 1971 issue of The New Yorker, the one currently surrounded by skyscrapers. The bar itself is ornamented in antique goodies, such as a framed portrait of a beardless Lincoln side-by-side with one of Kennedy. Though P.J. Clarke's has gone commercial, the historic, weathered charm of the original is something that can't be replicated. Order its acclaimed burger and some oysters from the raw bar and pay your dues with a glass of gin on the rocks. Read more about P.J. Clarke's >>
http://www.tumblr.com This family-style spot has all the requisite touches: green lights, dark wooden booths, and U2 as background music. Settle in with a pint of Guinness ($5) and a serving of the chicken pot pie ($9.95). Read more about P.J. Horgans >>
Karaoke Fridays are the favorite of patrons at this friendly neighborhood bar. Other nights are pretty dead, but that might be okay if you just want a quiet beer. Read more about P.J. Quinn's >>
An Irish pub, where every once in a while the live bands really hit the mark. Other times, not so much. A good place for a pint. Read more about P.J. Ryan's >>
http://www.pachanyc.com The former Sound Factory is now Pacha, part of a international nightclub mega-chain with a big presence in Ibiza and Miami. Entry to the massive 30,000 square foot space is, you can only imagine, not cheap; the place attracts big mainstream DJ names, such as Louie Vegas. If you like table service, then... well, shame on you, first. But secondly, here is your Mecca. Read more about Pacha >>
http://www.paddlesnyc.com Billing itself as New Yorkas afriendly s&m; club,a Paddles has plenty to offer kinky, of-age people. The dungeonesque rooms, popular with such places, offer such delights as a dentist chair, along with several ingenious medieval-looking contraptions, perfect for tying people up with their legs wide open. For those not ready to partake in serious BDSM play, have a seat in the neon pink vinyl booths and look on. These thoughtful folk even have a special party for foot fetishists. Itas OK if you leave your whip at home; thereas plenty to share at Paddles. Read more about Paddles >>
A decent Irish bar, with an almost weeklong roster of pub treats. Thursday is karaoke night, Friday is darts night. Saturday, Sunday, and Monday live music plays. Read more about Paddy Duggan's >>
http://www.paddymaguiresnyc.com Most Irish pubs emblazon their interior with Guinness logos, but Paddy McGuire's chooses horses. Owner and former jockey Patrick McGuire ensured that these trusty steeds are spaced evenly throughout, creating a veritable racetrack on the ceiling. The patrons--mostly older-set regulars--are just as competitive, taking the action on the bar's two well-preserved pool tables very seriously. Nobody takes the Guinness lightly, either. Read more about Paddy McGuire's >>
A basic Irish pub, with TVs, a pool table, and a friendly crowd. The small bar also has a jukebox. Read more about Paddy Quinn's Tavern >>
The interior reminds us of a particular brand of Jersey diner decor: Tudor-wood beamed motif, latticed windows, endearingly unwarranted chandeliers, predominantly dim. But Greenpoint's Palace Cafe is much, much more. A fully stocked dive bar, for starters, but it'd be prudent to come for the Monday night football special: $2 drafts and a complementary buffet. For this reason Giants fans make it hang out, but so do aging metal heads for the Judas Priest and Iron Maiden-stocked juke box. It's been gracing, and sometimes disgracing, the same corner since 1933, and now warm in hipster embrace, it looks to only benefit from rampant neighborhood gentrification. Read more about Palace Cafe >>
