As Metro’s spirits editor, T. Michelle Murphy hits a lot of bars. In this new column, in various states of sobriety, she offers her take on New York City’s finest — and foulest — alcohol-proffering establishments.
If you spend any amount of time on the subway (even under the best of circumstances), you’re probably gonna need a drink. Or several drinks.
When gathering your friends in one rowdy place is top priority, head to Houston Hall in the West Village.
Thursday night in the city and you want to know where all the cool kids are? Head downtown to Houston Street, and chances are you’ll hear them before you see them. (Yes, it’s loud. But embrace it and you’ll have a good time, promise.)
Houston Hall is, by Manhattan standards, a ginormous beer hall decked out like a cafeteria from the 1920’s…
