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http://www.kg-ny.com Chef Kurt Gutenbrunner's restaurant-bar, named after his Austrian hometown of WallsA(c), is admittedly more restaurant than bar. Quaintly elegant and chic, the cozy space is filled with tables and banquettes that engulf the centralized baraperhaps a deliberate design to entice bargoers to sample Gutenbrunner's oeuvre of personalized Austrian delicacies. Still, those strictly eyeing the drinks will feel pleasantly at home. Apart from a lengthy list of wines, WallsA(c) features a handful of cocktails that shifts emphasis each season (fall, for example, will play with Cuvee Klimt, an Austrian sparkling wine, and with apples, pears, and other seasonal fruits like elderberry). The most distinct of the bunch is the Lemon Grass ($9), a refreshing take on the mojito that, in lieu of mint, places its focus on the flavor of citrus (Absolut Citron, lemongrass, Kaffir lime, and lemon juice), thereby granting it the smooth, lightweight taste of a vodka lemonade, minus the tart. Zum Wohl! Read more about Wallse >>
http://www.waltersbar.com The only sign of life in here is the displaced candy machine, always full. The bar opens at 8 a.m. for those interested in the dreamy breakfast combo of Bud ($2.25) and, say, gumballs (?). Non-culinary treats: pool, darts, and modest-sized jukebox. Read more about Walter's >>
http://www.warsawconcerts.com Itas true a Warsaw, one of the hottest clubs in Brooklyn doubles as the Polish National Home, hosting Patti Smith one night and throwing a polka party the next a literally. Order up a z-beer, known as Zywiec to Slavic people who can speak without vowels, and take in a show in the huge ballroom. Or skip the band, walk to the other side of the venue, and for next to nothing order up a pile pierogis, kielbasa and sauerkraut, served up by a saucy middle-aged Polish woman with a penchant for leopard print. Time for another z-beer. Read more about Warsaw >>
http://www.waterfrontalehouse.com It's not located on the waterfront, but as we're not Marlon Brando, we really don't care. The chill atmosphere lends itself to drinking beer and eating burgers, but those with a bent for risk, who don't mind morning-after headaches, should definitely throw back a few homemade liqueurs, such as "apple pie vodka." Live jazz on Saturdays. Read more about Waterfront Ale House >>
http://www.waterfrontalehouse.com Despite its apparent connection with Brooklyn's Pete's Ale House, the food here is considerably better. Old-timer Waterfront Ale House has long been Kip's Bay's favorite neighborhood bar, shading into gastropub territory with its slightly-sophisticated-for-bar-food offerings. The hamburger is solid and reliable, the nachos more well-cheesed than they need to be. But check the evening chalkboard specials, which include rather daring things for a bar, such as diverse fish carefully broiled, various chops and cutlets, and, especially, meal-size salads that seem aimed at the ladies. The main draw here, though, is an extensive on-tap beer list, including the products of craft brewers from all over the country. Read more about Waterfront Ale House >>
http://www.wateringholenyc.com Owned by NY Knicks' Art Heyman, Tracy J's is, unsurprisingly, a sports bar. The cool thing about this place is the free buffet of pizza, chicken wings, and salad served with happy hour. Karaoke we could do without, but hey, sometimes it's amusing to see some drunk idiot earnestly singing Bon Jovi. Read more about The Wateringhole Bar & Restaurant >>
"For a Classy Expensive Intoxication," reads the sign in front of Welcome to the Johnsons'. By "classy," they mean 1970s wood-paneling decor and a surprisingly well-groomed pool table. By "expensive," they mean $2 PBRs. As ironic as this faux-rec room setting sounds, there's something romantic about an eternal house party where the parents are never home. And even though the Johnson family is fictional, the bar's artifacts--tattered trophies, a wooden chair with floral-print vinyl cushions, a portrait of an anonymous, mustachioed man--surely belonged to someone's family three decades ago. Pabst was in its prime back then and here, it still is. Read more about Welcome to the Johnsons' >>
