NYC: Toast to Friendship Day at These Dives
In such far-flung places as Guatemala and Finland, February 14 isn’t a day for all legally-bound lovers (ha ha, suckers!) to show off their ability to ensnare a mate while the rest of us suffer, sublimating our hysterics with disco fries. It’s not a day one takes time out to offer respects to martyred saints. But to those friends who, when you need a shoulder to cry on, are ready with a bottle of Merlot — or those friends who, when you needed advice about what to do now that you’ve lost your job, are also ready with a bottle of Merlot. That said, gifting a bundle of poppies is only the icing on the cake that is Friendship Day. If you’re looking to shirk the faintest mention of the V-word and anti-parties won’t cut it for you in New York (where Valentine’s syndrome can be especially devastating), treat your besties to a round at these hideouts.
Lucy’s. Located on the outer edge of Alphabet City, the barkeeps here simultaneously encourage the pyramidic stacking of empty PBR cans while casting cold stares at those who mistake the space for the privacy of their own bedroom.
Bushwick Country Club. One of many like it throughout Brooklyn, there’s a putt-putt course in the patio. Which is useful if you’d like to sit down on astroturf after your umpteenth goblet of Stella. Or, I suppose, if you’d like to play a round of mini-golf.
Mars Bar. If anything, this spectacularly graffitied hangout proves that Broken Hearts and No-Hearts alike can comfortably call the dingy fringes of the East Village home, where vile obscenities like Naughty & Nice cocktails all seem like talismans name-checked from noirish sci-fi novels.
Home Sweet Home. But perhaps this basement bar particularly appeals because you don’t risk the chance of sunlight creeping in when it’s dawn. At which point, you realize that no one’s issued last calls and that your best friend, bless him, has just bought the next round. Even though it’s well past five the next morning.