Sanger Hall — Restaurant in New York

The burger here is top notch. Double thin patties with a perfect amount of crunch from the fried onions, shredded lettuce and pickles. Top it off with whatever that secret sauce is and it is just magnificent. Haven’t stopped thinking about it since I ate it last. It’s honestly the only thing I’ve eaten there so I can’t speak on anything else but the sweet potato fries, which are also really good.

They have a ton of outdoor space to sit out on a sunny day with an ice cold beer from tap. Or if you prefer the dark inside hungover on a Sunday. Can’t go wrong either way.

Update: came back 4 days later to get another burger and it was somehow better than the first. Also, the regular fries are perfectly crispy on the outside, soft on the inside. The Tostones were...

Born and bred New Yorker here — Lower East Side kid through and through. If you’re searching for a neighborhood joint that still hums with the past vibes of CBGB and the grit of old-school punk bars — but with the kind of warmth where the bartender actually knows your name — this is it.

No pretense, nothing superficial. Just damn good wings, burgers & fries, and bar food that reminds you why grease and salt can sometimes feel like communion

Shoutout to Alex, the GM, and the whole crew. They run the place like family who’ve got your back and pour with heart. And if you’ve got an event or performance idea — the stage here? Unreal. The sound system echoes through the whole bar

A+++ — expectations not just met,...

$22 for a fried chicken sandwich (which was pretty good). Side salad (mostly old shredded kale dressed with something that tasted prepackaged) served with plastic utensils and in a plastic bowl. The fries are clearly frozen. $9 for a very normal pale ale. This is the quality to price ratio I’d expect at JFK, not in sunnyside! They tried to charge me $23 for the sandwich but after dragging their feet about reissuing a corrected bill, explained that there was an error in their system. So many fantastic places to eat and drink in this neighborhood— if I ever return to Sanger Hall, it’s because someone...