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I suppose there had
to be somewhere in the city where yuppies still gather to play after
work. I mean besides The Ginger Man,
that is. Like that throw back (but not way back), there is a decidedly
80s feel about this joint. Perhaps it's all the dudes and their companies
who skipped the work casual revolution of the late 90s. Suits and
mousse win the day at this almost outdoors garden that is in no way
unpleasant, but certainly is homogenized in a way that I imagine walking
around Wall Street at noon also is. Not being particularly of that
crowd, I felt a bit out of place, but it's hard to argue with the
rather lovely surroundings, giant beers and ultimately decent people
watching (who didn't love to watch Patrick Bateman in American
Psycho?) They have this strange ticket system where you wait in
line to buy tickets and then, like a carnival, you trade them in for
beers. I imagine this helps to keep the lines down at the actual multiple
bars, as the bartenders (who tend bar as well as I do ballet) only
have to grab your ticket, throw it in a bucket and pull the tap. The
help did seem a little surly and/or confounded at times, though some
of them made up for it by being off the charts hot. Guys in suits
will forgive anything with a white smile and boobs. The place is a
bit of a zoo tucked into a corner of The Standard Hotel and under
The High Line,
but if you can manage to fight against the crowds to get a table,
don't mind being stared at like a poo flinging monkey if you show
up in sneakers or shirtsleeves and can tolerate lots of talk about
bonds and shit, then you could certainly do worse than hanging in
the fresh air with a big brew and a clientele who smell decidedly
better than the ones you're used to in your local LES or Williamsburg
bar. [MF]
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