National Underground 159 E. Houston St. (@ Allen St.)
Lower East Side
212.475.0611
National Underground:
“I’m surrounded by an identity crisis everywhere I turn.” Seems like singer/songwriter Gavin DeGraw took inspiration from his own lyrics when opening up a bar on the Lower East Side. (Trust us, you'd remember the song if you ever watched that shit show One Tree Hill.) How else do you explain a rock 'n' roll club that boasts a pair of longhorns above the bar, books bands with tubas, blares everything from blues to cock rock, and hosts a brothel-like space with black leather banquettes in the back? We'd make a joke about the red light special here, but truth is, even the Miller High Life will set you back almost five bucks.
