This place’s happy hour laughs in the face of the word “hour”—it runs from 4 to 9 p.m. Beers are $3 (and PBR is $2), one of the best bargains in New York City. Can’t beat that.
One drink here and you might be ready to move to Mexico, learn Spanish, and resettle. They serve pork belly and steak, and you can drink tequila underneath a huge tarantula-shaped chandelier.
Here's how you get in: Enter Crif Dogs, and veer left into a phone booth.Bam: you¹re inside. Enjoy the kitsch on the walls and try to avoid thecalorie-busting deep-fried hot dogs (if you can).
There’s no standing room here. Only groups of four or less are served. If there’s horseplay, they toss you out. Sound crazy? At this place, unmarked and hidden in a Japanese restaurant, it just works.
Don’t leave this bar without ordering The Slice of Heaven. Only available for a half hour starting every Saturday night around 2:30 a.m., deep friend bacon and a shot of your choice. Nuff said, right?
Order the bistro burger—it can kill you if it so desires. Wash it down with dirt-cheap beer from the tap. You’ll want to sit near the front, at the giant windows, to watch passersby drool as you chew.
