Original Review
Formerly the train wreck of an UWS martini bar, Vermouth, Harrison's has stripped down the pretension and given the people what they want, a straight-forward, non-cheeseball Irish sports bar. It honestly doesn't get more normal than this place, with its wood bar, ten or so TVs and checked tablecloths. Throw in the midriff-bearing, cleavage-popping server and plates of nachos and you've got yourself the trifecta. We found it odd that at 5 PM on a Saturday evening--during the NFL playoffs no less--that there were actually more woman in the bar than men. Granted, they didn't have their crowns, scepters and speeches about world peace sitting at home, but it's still an impressive and shocking situation. We were amazed at the crowd this place was able to drum up by 9 PM, and were promptly (read: rudely) told that people were waiting for our table and that if we weren't going to chug and eat again, that we'd have to get bent. Geez, and after all the ogling, you'd think a waitress would be more appreciative. [MF]