For those who like to keep their lovers on the down low, Boxcar Lounge is the way to go. This ultra-dark den is swarming with undercover lovers. Try to avoid stumbling over the miniscule furnishings as you and your honey box your way through the pygmy-sized surroundings. Need some libation to loosen your tongue? A selection of 20+ beers is accompanied by Boxcar’s signature sangria (too bad the cocktails are served by a jumpy, grumpy wait staff). DJs crank out Top 40 tunes, but lately, the Boxcar crowd has been driving their own musical palate with BYO iPod nights. Craving a little fresh air? Sorry, Charlie. The outside beer garden has morphed into a smoker’s paradise. But what the hell, it’s the East Village—and this former candy store loves its vices.