Do or Dive Bar — Restaurant in New York

Before coming here, I had read some reviews on Serious Eats about the comedic twists that the chefs here take on dishes, and I was bracing myself for a menu that tried too hard to be funny and cheeky. However, I admit it was entertaining to ask the waitress what exactly the "chicken and woffals" was (roasted chicken with a liver paté side—and the waffles themselves enriched with a little bit of liver mixed into the batter) or whether the "Nippon nachos" actually were nachos at all (they weren't, so much as they resembled vegetable pot stickers deep fried à la nacho toppings). We also tried the lamb breast seasoned with cumin, which was high in fat content but seasoned thoroughly.

Overall, a satisfying if not very heavy meal. Be prepared to trek down Bedford Avenue since it's not near any subway stations (about a 10-15 minute walk to Nostrand Avenue on the A). One suggestion I would advise to the patrons is a new tarp for their outdoor seating area. The green canopy they have hung up now casts a putrid alien color on all the tables on their patio, giving the dining experience a bit of an X-Files feel. I sometimes like my food extraterrestrial, but I never like my Instagrams to...

We have been here twice while on our trip…and plan to go again. It’s a local haunt, with the occasional out of towners like us. The place has a great vibe totally living up to its name and reminds us of pubs in Ireland a and the UK.

Jowi (Yes he spells it this way) handles the Happy Hour with a good natured dry wit, balancing orders and banter without a hitch. It’s quite an interactive show to watch. He greeted us by name on the second visit, asking how our day went, making us feel like locals 👍👍.

They weren’t serving food when we were there but let you bring in take out from elsewhere. The prices are good as well, and not just by New York standards. If you are in the area, Do...

This is one of those classic dive bars you love to find, exuding history and kitsch and vintage flourishes mixed with a kind crowd of regulars. The bartender who served us was chummy and garrulous, with an eye on his known clients who came ready to chat about life, sports, and the like. The cool Wisconsin Pilsner on tap was refreshing and potent, and we washed it down at a corner table surrounded by old antique glass, lights, and beer signs popping off the dark walls with a neon glaze. In every corner your eye wanders you find a spark of outsider art or conversation piece. We spied an outdoor back patio that called out for warmer moods. The brew was priced for...