Falcons win big.
Peyton Manning makes a bunch of weird faces.
Somebody gets called for encroachment.
And at no point during the entire evening will you eat lobster nachos.
That’s because the sports bar that’s serving those doesn’t open until this weekend.
Enter Fins, a seafood restaurant/subterranean lounge for draft beers, nautically bent bar food and watching sports on plush sofas, opening this weekend in Midtown.
Think of this like a sports bar crossed with... well, a much nicer sports bar. Low-profile plasmas on the wall. Tempura-fried grilled cheese on your plate. Twelve draft beers (like Monday Night Brewing’s Fu Manbrew) on tap. Also, a fireplace and a bunch of comfy white couches. Good to know should you decide to move in.
If you’re coming here for a day game, grab a stool at the patio’s indoor/outdoor bar, order a beer and start with a light bite of... ah, who are we kidding, you’re getting the lobster nachos. Or something else on the menu that’s full of shellfish. Like the mac and cheese with lobster, rock shrimp and cognac (the brandy of the sea).
But say it’s dark out. Or you prefer the dark. Well, good news, they’ve got a cave in the basement. One filled with rough granite walls, dark alcoves outfitted with HD screens, a bar slinging small-batch whiskey, and bats.
Minus the bats.