Kick it old school with the ghost of the Bambino. Since 1923 and still in the family, upscale Bomber shrine has hosted many a bat slinger drowning his slump. Spare décor manages to trend tasteful while sporting likenesses of the Mick, Yogi Berra, and even Jason Giambi. Upfront bar revolves around sloshy brew, suspended TV. Smaller back room with finished wood tables and shiny fixtures for sit-down rowdiness. Parm and pasta menu fortifies weakling stomachs.
South Boogie institution across the street from the bleachers, under the 4 train. Navigate ceiling art—Budweiser beer blimps, xxxl t-shirts, televisions—to post up at the center bar for pitchers, n... read more
Beer and friends! Neighborhood crowd fills communal wooden benches on game days and off days. Fireplace makes it a cozy winter haunt. Tap’s entreaties include the world’s greatest: Deli... read more
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