The guys making the drinks are still solid.
Stefan, the singing bartender at the former version, was a heavy-handed legend. But these guys were behind Ward III in Tribeca. Not a terrible trade-off.
It still feels pretty classic.
The idyllic dive, right down to the half-moon bar, the full-wall tufted-leather banquette and the obviously neighborhood crowd.
In terms of drinks...
The beer-and-shot combos are actually a beer and a shot of a cocktail. In full servings, try the Mortally Afraid of Madams, a rye-and-egg-wh—oh, who cares what’s in it, just look at that name.
They’re planning some nontraditional cocktails.
Including one called Madonna’s Virginity that involves piercing plastic wrap with a straw.
The guy who owned Pirate’s Booty says so.
He owns the place now.
In the wee, small hours, they offer out a limited amount of pizza turnovers for a buck a pop.
And the crowd goes wild.
Seriously, that actually happens.