St. Marks Ale House: Got a hankering for greasy nachos? Aching to chug 24 draught beers? Missing the good old days of self-induced whiplash from watching games on 11 different TVs? St. Marks Ale House wants your business. The woody neighborhood bar has been serving up no-nonsense drinks since 1995, promising a safe haven for erstwhile frat boys who have lost their way on the infamously punky row. Here they can fuel up on brew and a surprisingly good jukebox, mustering the power to stumble back to the house in time to be hazed. Although now that there’s a Chipotle across the street, maybe those frat boys aren’t so out of place after all. God help us. What’s next, a Whole Foods on the Lower East Side? Oh…right. |
