5 NYC Professions and Where They Drink
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Journalists — Langan’s
We came to New York with visions of hard-charging, fedora-wearing, cigar-chomping journalists gathered in smoky old bars telling sad, tall tales of missed deadlines and missed dames… With the possible exception of the fedoras and the smoke, you may still find the type at Langan’s. Most notable among them would be the Post’s own Steve Dunleavy.
Langan’s, 150 W. 47th St.
Finance Frat Boys — Puck Fair
The striped shirts, the popped collars, the exclamations of bra’ and dude, the binge-drinking, the bluster, the blarney, and of course, the acrid fog of entitlement hovering over it all. If you’re looking to rub elbows with novitiate banking types, look no further than this otherwise decent Irish bar.
Puck Fair, 298 Lafayette St.
Bloggers — The Magician
Yes, it is a profession. One that involves sitting around in one’s pajamas for most of the day, working up a sweat (more of an exudation, really) while staring at a computer screen. So, when bloggers do make it out of the house for that in-the-flesh moment of socializing, they’ve been known to congregate at this LES spot. You’ve been warned.
The Magician, 118 Rivington St.
Pilots and Flight Attendants — Yer Man’s
There was a Simpsons episode in which Homer donned a pilot’s uniform in order to get himself into a pilot’s-only bar. Yer Man’s is kind of that bar, except civilians can get in there too, and there are also flight attendants (which the locals still generally refer to as stewardesses). And you probably won’t get to fly a plane, like Homer.
Yer Man’s, 119-11 Metropolitan Ave, Kew Gardens
Social Workers — Nuyorican
This may seem like a stretch, but this one time we went to the Nuyorican there were tables full of that most decent and self-sacrificing professional, the noble social worker. Granted, it’s a limited sampling, but we’re sticking with it. If you insist, well, you’ll also find performance poets at the Nuyorican — who’re easily as professional as bloggers.
Nuyorican, 236 E. 3rd St.
We came to New York with visions of hard-charging, fedora-wearing, cigar-chomping journalists gathered in smoky old bars telling sad, tall tales of missed deadlines and missed dames… With the possible exception of the fedoras and the smoke, you may still find the type at Langan’s. Most notable among them would be the Post’s own Steve Dunleavy.
Langan’s, 150 W. 47th St.
Finance Frat Boys — Puck Fair
The striped shirts, the popped collars, the exclamations of bra’ and dude, the binge-drinking, the bluster, the blarney, and of course, the acrid fog of entitlement hovering over it all. If you’re looking to rub elbows with novitiate banking types, look no further than this otherwise decent Irish bar.
Puck Fair, 298 Lafayette St.
Bloggers — The Magician
Yes, it is a profession. One that involves sitting around in one’s pajamas for most of the day, working up a sweat (more of an exudation, really) while staring at a computer screen. So, when bloggers do make it out of the house for that in-the-flesh moment of socializing, they’ve been known to congregate at this LES spot. You’ve been warned.
The Magician, 118 Rivington St.
Pilots and Flight Attendants — Yer Man’s
There was a Simpsons episode in which Homer donned a pilot’s uniform in order to get himself into a pilot’s-only bar. Yer Man’s is kind of that bar, except civilians can get in there too, and there are also flight attendants (which the locals still generally refer to as stewardesses). And you probably won’t get to fly a plane, like Homer.
Yer Man’s, 119-11 Metropolitan Ave, Kew Gardens
Social Workers — Nuyorican
This may seem like a stretch, but this one time we went to the Nuyorican there were tables full of that most decent and self-sacrificing professional, the noble social worker. Granted, it’s a limited sampling, but we’re sticking with it. If you insist, well, you’ll also find performance poets at the Nuyorican — who’re easily as professional as bloggers.
Nuyorican, 236 E. 3rd St.
