Marshall Stack: CBGB is gone, and so are the days of the gritty rat-infested rock bar. Enter Marshall Stack. Named after the famous guitar amp company (obviously), the place is an ode to what rock bars were, but with a stumbling grown-up twist. Beer and wine fill the glasses, while classics like Boone's Strawberry Hill and Night Train offer memories of Skynard and parking lot make-outs. The tin ceiling and exposed brick only enhance the sharpie marked walls. Put on some Stones, get a helping of Blue Balls (grapes crusted with bleu cheese and roasted nuts), and remind yourself that cheap booze, classic rock, and a 12-year-old sense of humor are more than acceptable in New York. |
