Mona's: What’s up with that bar on Avenue B that’s painted black and missing a sign? It’s Mona’s—the depressing dive bar that unites blue-collar men and pseudo-hipsters. The dim lights, rickety tables, and unpretentious décor give off a low-key vibe. Mona’s is the scene for a relaxing Saturday night, and it breeds great conversations among good friends. Not one patron is dressed to impress. Hell, you might find someone playing pool in slippers. The cheap alcohol ($5 for well drinks) makes you want to order another round—and another. If you’re looking for privacy, explore the tiny room in the back, which could easily double for Tony Soprano’s office. Who knows? You could end up doing shots with Paulie Walnuts, an NYU senior, or the disgruntled grandma next door. |
