I’ve built something of a reputation for myself in this NYU summer program, apparently. See, I didn’t realize that other people, uh, don’t study in bars. I also didn’t realize that people, uh, don’t go to bars by themselves. And after having the fifth or so person ask me where I go around Gramercy Green (our lovely dorm), I figured I’d start chronicling the places I go and such. For posterity. And people who are apparently unfamiliar with Yelp. And really, it should start with Pizza Pub.
I can’t take credit for “discovering” (it’s literally half a block down, so I’m sure its no hidden secret) Pizza Pub. That goes to another person in my group. What I can take credit for is frequenting it religiously. See, Pizza Pub has this nice habit of offering $5 for a slice of cheese pizza and pint of house beer. Or a free slice with every shot. and free wi-fi. It also tends to be one of the last safehouses against the douchedom that runs rampant through Kip’s Bay. Sure, they filter in every once in a while, but the suits usually flock to one of the nearby watering holes (cough cough Taproom cough cough), and leave me alone in Pizza Pub to hulk in the corner like some sway backed lagoon creature. And oh, do I hulk.
The bartenders are friendly enough, if you get the chick that loves Rubik’s cubes or the dude who probably shares your hatred of the rude gaggle of horse-faced harpies in the corner. Sure, they may slowly turn the lights down on you until your face is the only thing lit by the unnatural glow of your screen, but every once in a while, they look the other way when you don’t hit the credit card limit ($10, i believe), because you tipped them $5 last time on a $5 tab. It’s just a simple place. You can get food and beer. You can go by yourself. And you can avoid the parade of assholes that march around 3rd ave after work, ordering Kettle and tonics (which appears to be my new least favorite thing. You’re a man for god’s sake. order some goddamn whiskey). Go to Pizza Pub. Be happy. Your wallet will thank you.
294 3rd Ave.
(on an unrelated note, I am eating hummus that has a sell-by date of 5/27. By the time you read this, I’m probably dead, or superhuman.)