Burp Castle: Beer aficionados feel like kitschy kings and queens at this throwback to clergy-loving boozehounds. Most East Village bar-hoppers are decked out in black while they commiserate over their tortured soul, so it’s refreshing to visit a wannabe alcoholic abbey with a sense of whimsy. The ambiance presents more of a staged production complete with bartending monks (yes, they sometimes sport robes—and you thought your McDonald’s uniform from high school was bad) serving pricey Belgian beer. You can score a pint of Triple Karmelit, although you’ll have to suffer through some chanting. Oh, and loud talkers will be shushed—they take fake religion seriously here. |
