Heathers: While the name of this East Village bar might make you want to scream out “I love my dead gay son!” take our advice and don’t. Instead, write it on the chalkboard bathroom wall. Heathers, located in a spot that was a former members-only club, is full of conversation pieces. Barstools were procured from a 1970s grade school, old subway station tiles are tacked on the wall, and the bar dates back to the 1930s. Heck, there’s even bear porn in the back room. Gluten-free snacks like plantain chips and sake poached shrimp (sorry, no Corn Nuts) serve as sustenance to cocktails mixed with potato vodka and a minty Scottish ale called Heather. In true Heathers fashion, they like totally don’t even need a sign—just look for the purple and green lights in the windows. |
