Blaggard's Pub (35th St.): Victims of a bad day might want to skip this place. The dreary décor that consists of nothing more than mirrored Guinness signs, faded New York photos, and Irish murals doesn’t exactly shout “pick-me-up.” And it’s obvious that the wobbly barstools have seen better days. A mostly unused jukebox is on hand, just in case you didn’t get enough “Joshua Tree” in college. Still, if you don’t mind the aqua-heavy drinks and fry-happy menu, Blaggard’s could be the perfect spot to remind yourself just how good you have it. |
