Just wait and see.
At Pinks in the East Village. Just opened. Got a little bit of a garage vibe going. You should go. But first, know this about it:
It’s an old-school rock bar. Like one of those places that closed in the last few years that you got legitimately sad about. It’s got cocktails that are suspiciously cheap and suspiciously strong. It’s got cornbread and chicken waffles. It’s going to have burlesque and blues trios and USB ports along the bar. And you should look at all of it here in this slideshow.
And one of those things is not like the others.