Sara drinks lite beer. I enjoy a cold one myself, but “lite” is rarely what I’m after. I’m a lot pickier, and a lot more partial to dark brews. Before leaving for Buffalo, she suggested we meet for a pint to help drown my broken heart, so I suggested The Blind Tiger Ale House. The perfect pub to indulge in mugs of suds during the nippy months, The Blind Tiger’s vintage oak décor and brick fireplace add a bit of old world charm to this New York watering hole. A wrap-around wooden bar circling the whole of the establishment ensures stickiness from the overflowing beer steins. Be careful to keep your elbows up, but do nab a seat to get down on some salty (to keep you drinking), serious (to keep you eating), upscale bar fare, like Murray’s cheese plates, a caviar spread, and olive tapenade. The crowd is as varied as the beer selection, but expect a lot of “suits” at happy hour and fans seeking game day brewskies on the weekends. Sara and I enjoyed a late liquid lunch on a Wednesday afternoon, and after two or three Jolly Pumpkin Farmhouse Artisan Ales it was hard to remember that I was not actually at Oktoberfest. Surrounded by beers and boys, I could’ve been in the heart of this beer-touting German festival, but instead, I found myself a mere few blocks away from home, one day closer to feeling healed, in the heart of Greenwich Village.
Venture downtown to this little gem for a warm and cozy autumnal ale and bring your laptop in tow; they offer free wifi. Eat it Up!