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caffiend-queen · 14 days
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Do NOT Say 'Always After My Lucky Charms,' Or I Will Stab You
Welcome to another addition to the Holidays in Hel series! Where Loki and Mina attempt to save the Avengers from yet another catastrophic holiday fuckup.
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I've been cleaning up and adding bits to my Holidays in Hel series because really, it's my favorite. I hope you enjoy, and thank you as always for reading!
Chapter One: An Unmitigated Disaster Awaits
In which Loki and Mina once again find themselves in the middle of a colossal Avengers holiday fuckup. And who knew the Fey Folk were such assholes?
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If there was blame to be assigned for the night that destroyed any charm and mystery left in St. Patrick’s Day, it should really go to The Paddy O’Hoolihan’s, an Irish folk band with a painfully cheesy name. But their music- it was frenzied and delightful, which was why Mina, Wanda, Jane, Pepper, Darcy, and even Natasha were swirling madly in some sort of a jig between each other like a flutter of butterflies, colorful spring dresses flaring out in a pleasing way that exposed a toned thigh or two. They were so fascinating to watch that the rest of the Avengers agreed right then that a Night Out On The Town would be necessary in the hopes of seeing more of this.
“A flutter of butterflies?” Tony blustered. “That can’t be right.”
Loki was seated elegantly on a comfortable chair in the middle of Central Park while most of the other male Avengers were seated in the grass, soaking the seat of their jeans. “A flutter,” he confirmed, watching closely as Mina sent him a saucy little wink. “Known also as a kaleidoscope or a swarm.”
“Swarm isn’t the right word,” mused Steve, still brushing at the green streaks on his pressed chinos. “That sounds like bugs. The girls are definitely butterflies.”
“Butterflies are bugs,” grunted Bucky, eyes closed and soaking in the weak spring sunlight.
“You romantic bastard,” chortled Sam, who was watching Thor capering with the women and getting the dance steps wrong. “I’m gonna go save those ladies from his bigass feet.” 
“That slick son of a bitch,” Tony observed morosely, watching Sam gracefully sweep Pepper under one arm and Natasha with the other.
It was a rare day, a blissful day where nothing was exploding, no one was invading anyone else’s borders, no one was getting kidnapped, and even HYDRA appeared to be taking a long afternoon nap. The Avengers were all lazing in Central Park on an almost unnaturally warm day for March 17th and enjoying a holiday where they were, for once, not urgently needed. Anywhere.
“To St. Patrick’s Day!” toasted Bucky, raising his bottle of Guinness to clink with Steve’s. “So what’s the plan for tonight?”
Tony pulled another bottle from the specialty vibranium cooler that floated next to him, its propulsion jets hissing softly. “Watch the parade from Stark Tower, say a prayer at St. Patrick’s Cathedral, and hit The Dead Rabbit Grocery & Grog. The Dropkick Murphy’s are headlining.”
Loki sniffed, still watching keenly as Mina took the hands of an elderly gentleman so wizened and stooped that he could legally be classified as a leprechaun. “My lady and I will be spending the evening safely at the Tower. I do not understand this keen desire for holiday-based mayhem and disaster, but I assure you we shall not participate.”
“Brother!” Thor’s voice was unfortunately right next to Loki’s ear, and God or no, the roar from the oaf seared through his ear canal and scrambled his ganglia. “You must bring the Lady Mina, she will be terribly disappointed! Darcy has been telling her of the majesty of the Celtic celebrations here. She must pay homage to her ancestors.”
Loki frowned. Mina had Irish blood? He would rather crush his own skull with Thor’s hammer than admit that his brother knew something about his Mina that he did not, so he settled for a haughty sniff. “Why must I be the sole sentinel during every holiday on this benighted excuse for a realm to remind you all that it will always, always invariably result in death and destruction? That there will be some unnatural force that will target the Avengers and endanger all those we love? Why must I be the-”
“Hey, did you hear that?” Tony interrupted happily, “Loki looooves Mina!”
And then the tiresome chorus rose from this pack of imbeciles. Loki rolled his eyes, wondering if he sent a hailstorm of toads down upon this crowd if it would immediately be traced back to him. But then his Mina returned and sat down in his lap. Kissing him on the tip of his aquiline nose, she sighed, “And Mina loves Loki, so all of you hush.”
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“Darling, are you indeed of Irish descent?”
Mina looked up from the 3D chemical strain she was modeling for one of Jane’s experiments. “Yes, and Scottish. How did this come up?”
Loki sniffed haughtily. “My oaf of a brother attempted to claim that I must indulge you in a night of drunken excess with the rest of the team as some sort of homage to your heritage. Is this night one that must be dedicated to your ancestors? Is it a sacred rite?”
Giving a very unladylike snort, Mina said, “Nothing sacred about gulping down too much green beer and singing Irish folk songs. But…” Loki groaned internally. His sweet girl had a look of longing as she continued. “But it’s always such a fun night! I get to dance and sing, and the saying is that ‘On St. Patrick’s Day, everyone is Irish.’” She smiled up at him sweetly. “Even you, Loki.”
Lip curled, he snarled, “Do not assign me a heritage from this insignificant rock!” Traditionally, this sort of elegant sneer would quail Mina, but this time, she gave him a sneer of her own. 
“Oh, you do not disrespect my people, Loki!” She quailed slightly before seeing his curled lip stretch into a smile. 
“My, my. Look at my fierce little banshee! I would not think of it.” Mina gave him the sort of shameless, hopeful grin that crumbled the God of Lies and Mischief’s will more often than he’d care to admit. 
Sliding her hands over his broad shoulders, admiring the hard muscle beneath, she asked, “Does that mean you might be willing to join the group tonight at the Dead Rabbit?”
His elegant head pulled back from hers, “What a truly bizarre name. Does the proprietor wish to drive people away from his tavern?”
Mina cackled a bit. “We Irish are tough. We like it rough and difficult.” She instantly realized her mistake as Loki’s pupils flared.
“Really…” he purred, his deep tone more like a rumble against her spine. “You like it, ‘rough,’ do you, darling?”
It was a desperate scramble to get away from her God’s ruthless grasp, but Mina found herself pulling on her old plaid kilt and cream Irish fisherman’s sweater after a promise to show Loki later the bit of “rough” that a good girl from the Emerald Isle could handle. “My lovely Mina,” he approved, stepping behind her in the dressing room mirror to straighten his cuffs. She’d just pulled on some warm black tights and her knee-high riding boots. “You have a very delectable ‘upper-crust schoolgirl’ sort of look here. I find myself quite interested in knowing what good Irish schoolgirls wear under their kilts.”
“Well, I imagine a big, strong man like you can find out for yourself,” Mina answered primly, then leaped over the bench with a yelp when Loki made a sudden move at her. Chuckling, he straightened his tie and strolled sedately after her.
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It was, of course, vile. Loki sighed in a long-suffering way as he surveyed the crowded bar, one hand securely on Mina’s back. “The sun barely set and here are your countrymen, already intoxicated,” he said, leaning in close so she could hear him over the drunken chorus of “Whiskey You’re the Devil.”
“Oh, look!” Mina shouted back, “There they are! In the Snug.”
“I beg your pardon?” Loki raised a brow.
“The Snug,” Mina was the one carving a path through the partygoers, heading for their friends. “There’s one in every proper Irish bar.  It’s the room right off of the bar where the ladies used to go to have a pint or a sherry and not have to worry about being considered loose. Now the bars just rent them out as a VIP space.”
In his usual fashion, Tony had not only bought out the Snug, which had an excellent view of the rest of the pub, but he also had the management re-create the magnificent, shining walnut bar that ran nearly the length of the main room into a private version for the Avengers. When they drew closer, they found Thor in a handstand with one end of a tube in his mouth and the other in a cask of aged whiskey. 
Sam, Clint, Darcy, and the usually shy Bucky were circling the spectacle, shouting “Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!” Thor finished the cask and flipped upright with a flourish, raising his huge arms and roaring in triumph.
“What are you wearing?” Loki frowned, all the men were sporting hideous green plaid patterned neckties, and the more drunken amongst them - namely Clint and Tony - had little green bowler hats perched atop their messy hair.
“It was Tony’s idea, where’s your tie?” asked Bruce, who looked distinctly put out that he’d been forced to wear this itchy novelty neckwear while Loki looked as smooth and perfectly put together as always in an onyx Tom Ford suit.
Loki sniffed, “Ideally, at the bottom of the Hudson River.”
Tony stumbled up behind Loki and Mina, sunglasses askew as he looped an arm around each of them. “Your brother knows how to party, Severus Snape! Let’s tap another cask for you!”
“It is a crime to treat a good whiskey so,” admonished Loki, “and Thor must consume twenty or so of those casks for him to find something even approaching intoxication.” Nonetheless, he found himself relaxing and even amused as his Mina dragged Natasha up on to the bar for a round of Irish Ceili dancing, the Russian gracefully moving along as if she’d performed Irish jigs all her life.
“Man, is there anything Natasha can’t do perfectly?” groused Darcy, watching the footwork until it made her dizzy.
Bucky put his arm around her. “She can’t make that cute little noise you make when I…” She dissolved into a round of giggles and Loki rolled his eyes, looking around the pub. There was a thicket of drunk college students, singing along off-key with the Dropkick Murphys, who’d moved on to “Rose Tattoo.” The main bar was claimed by the regulars, who held court and toasted something new at least every sixty seconds, based on the cheers and clinking of glasses. Small islands of tourists floated through the crowd, gripping a beer mug in one hand and a souvenir Dead Rabbit t-shirt in the other. Irish flags were draped in every corner and the light glowed off the massive selection of alcohol behind the bar, bathing everything in a pleasingly golden glow. And… Loki raised one elegant brow. There was a small group of… small people?
“Little people,” Steve said, leaning in. “The correct phrase is little people.”
“Descendants of a visit long past from a group of lustful and irresponsible Nidavellir,” mused Loki, “the dwarves always eager to spread their seed.”
Steve looked alarmed, “I don’t think you want to be floating that theory, Loki. Especially not here, and not tonight.”
Before the God of Mischief could further discuss Nidavellir sex tourism, he heard a loud “Hellooo, Monty!” from his sweet girl, still tip-tapping away atop the bar.
One of the men broke away from the group and waved eagerly. “Éire go Brách, Mina!” 
Leaping rather gracefully from the bar, she took his small hand, greeting him warmly. “Éire go Brách, Monty! I’m so glad you came.”
The gentlemen had a face like a withered crabapple, all wrinkles and slightly sunken, but when he glanced at Loki, there was a spark of… something in his eye. One trickster always knew another, and he recognized the elderly gentleman she’d favored with a dance that afternoon at the park. “Well, when you promised me another dance, my dear, how could I not?” Monty turned to Loki and bent his head in a courtly gesture, “If your date for the evening has no objection, of course.”
Oddly, Loki did have an objection. The gleam in the small man’s eye was growing brighter, and his own emerald ones narrowed. “And what brings you to New York, Monty? Your accent has all the slurs and ellipses of a Dubliner, born and bred.”
Mina’s new friend threw back his head and laughed grandly, “Ach, you’ve caught me. I am, indeed. But I find that here in America, the Irish celebrate this day with greater enthusiasm.”
Just then the Dropkick Murphys launched into “The Boys are Back” and Mina squealed. “Monty! This is my song, let’s go!” And with a final smirk at Loki, her diminutive beau allowed her to pull him into the crowd. 
He stared after them disapprovingly. The Dead Rabbit was even louder - if possible - than it had been when they arrived and the discordant screech of electric guitar and the accompaniment of the Uilleann pipes rose over the crowd.
The boys are back
The boys are back
The boys are back
And they're looking for trouble
Standing on the highway, ???
I'm missing my home, and it's killing me
Down the ramp past the jail, I'm feeling alright
Bought roses for my ladies from a corner delight
It's time to get ready for that song and dance
Let's go my friends, it's time to take a chance
We're back in town, we're gonna get it done
We got nowhere to hide, we got nowhere to run
It's been a long time coming,
It's been a long time coming,
The boys are back
The boys are back
The boys are back
And they're looking for trouble
And in the blink of an eye, Mina and her questionable dance partner were swallowed up into the crowd. “Did he not seem unnatural to you?” Loki asked Tony, who was leaning heavily on his shoulder and wrinkling the perfect cut of his jacket.
Tony stumbled back, “Woah, Lokes, prejudiced much? What’s next, snide comments about the little people always being after your Lucky Charms?” He said the last in a deplorably bad Irish accent, and Loki’s brow furrowed. Tony (partially sober) was just barely endurable. Completely intoxicated Tony was a punishment that could make the strongest Asgardian choose Odin’s dungeons over Stark Tower.
Bucky gently elbowed Tony into a seat, where his head tipped back and a gentle snore rose from his slack mouth. “Ignore him, Loki. What’s the problem?”
“Most pressing,” he said, “is that my dear Mina seems to have disappeared into this drunken throng with a most untrustworthy creature.”
“Takes one to know one,” Bucky agreed, but he refused to take offense, still searching the crowd. Looking around, he frowned. “And where’s Darcy and Jane? And Pepper? And Natasha?” By now the others were closing in. Thor shouldered his way into the knot of drunken, flailing New Yorkers and Clint hopped up on the table.
Pale hands shooting out, Loki sent a silver stream of energy that coiled and ripped around the pub, curling and snaking along, but there was no sign of the women. “By the NORNIR!” he shouted. “Why? Why must it always be the holidays? You Avengers are a curse, I swear it!”
“Huh?” Tony woke up, standing and rubbing his face. “What?”
Loki turned on him. “You will never heed my warning, will you? All our women- they are gone. Gone!”
“Aw, damn,” sighed Steve, "AGAIN?"
Chapter Two is up tomorrow. You know, the one with all the smut.
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brian-in-finance · 2 years
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Remember when Willie Geist interviewed Jamie for NBC’s (30 January) Sunday Today?
Dead Rabbit has Northern Ireland roots. Ardoyne men Sean Muldoon and Jack McGarry opened the bar in 2013.
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strangcrdoctor · 5 years
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The burning of one of his favorite bars on the lower half of the island was, at some point, a deeply personal offense. Of course it wasn’t The Bar With No Doors - nothing short of hellfire could burn that place off the map in some form or another. But The Dead Rabbit Grocery & Grog had been... sacred. A world-renowned place of fine distillery and comic chic and macabre humor. It had practically felt like home, with its wall to wall coeds and far too well-made cocktails. The fire had been chalked up to the usual - bad plumbing in the old brick facade, leading to the tragic infection of a stray spark in an otherwise spotless kitchen.
Stephen, however, took a different side to it. Because so far as the NYFD were able to discern, the building was structurally sound. There weren’t any infringements in the kitchen, and a strict no smoking policy enforced and verified by the cameras in the establishment. Aside from getting the notification on Wong’s Facebook about the fire, he’d also found out from a young policeman who had come to him looking for answers on the mysterious case.
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She, like him, didn’t buy it. So she’d asked him to poke around the area, get a feel for things to see if there was anything they missed. Not out of a sense of superstition, but out of a sense of wanting to cover every base possible. He couldn’t blame her, and not just because he’d never met a cocktail quite like the Superhuman, and hadn’t ever since. The well connected owners were hell bent on re-opening, and he wanted to make sure they would be able to do so.
Still, it probably wasn’t his best idea to be going around the perimeter, noting his findings on his phone to research later so he could be sure of his findings before handing them off to the Fire Department. Only, upon reaching the sidewalk, he ended up with a chest-full of young woman, nearly making both of them drop their phones save for by a thread, and him spluttering in apology. “God, uh, sorry. Wasn’t watching where I was going. Just, looking around. You know. As you do.” Smooth, Strange, very smooth. Not suspicious at all.
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elitespiritstn · 2 years
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- [x] The Dublin Liberties Distillery ~The Dead Rabbit Irish Whiskey The Dead Rabbit Grocery & Grog in New York City is home to the largest collection of Irish whiskey in North America. They collaborated with DLD and they have created this excellent expression. It’s based around a 5 year old whiskey matured in ex-bourbon barrels, which has then been finished in “half-sized” virgin American oak barrels. 44% ABV (at Elite Wine & Spirits) https://www.instagram.com/p/CW8YmVsJxwL/?utm_medium=tumblr
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mulliganstn · 2 years
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-The Dublin Liberties Distillery ~The Dead Rabbit Irish Whiskey The Dead Rabbit Grocery & Grog in New York City is home to the largest collection of Irish whiskey in North America. They collaborated with DLD and they have created this excellent expression. It’s based around a 5 year old whiskey matured in ex-bourbon barrels, which has then been finished in “half-sized” virgin American oak barrels. 44% ABV (at Mulligan's Wine & Spirits) https://www.instagram.com/p/CWd6icEPDQG/?utm_medium=tumblr
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halifaxnoise · 4 years
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FRIDAY From @lotsixbar — We are EXTREMELY excited to bring this event to Halifax! Jameson Presents: The Dead Rabbit Guest Bartender Shift!!⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ On Friday November 22nd, 6 PM to LATE we are proud to host two of The Dead Rabbit's very own, Gregory Buda and Ash Haussermann. New York's finest bartenders bring a piece of Irish spirit to Halifax with Jameson Irish Whiskey. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Jameson Irish Whiskey in partnership with The Coldroom Montreal is proud to present The Dead Rabbit Grocery & Grog, one of the best-kept secrets of business folk working in New York City's Financial District. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Winner of 2016’s 50 Best Bars in the World, The Dead Rabbit Grocery & Grog NYC is an Irish bar for the modern age. Tucked away behind skyscrapers of New York City, The Dead Rabbit has received countless awards and recognition for their world class service and creative menu. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Don’t miss your chance to experience The Dead Rabbit in Halifax, all in good Irish spirit. https://ift.tt/2CUfa3Q
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brian-in-finance · 2 years
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Remember… to all my friends, you’ll find your way. Some summer night, I hope I see you again. — Dermot Kennedy
Dead Rabbit has Northern Ireland roots. Ardoyne men Sean Muldoon and Jack McGarry opened the bar in 2013. They’re in the photo with Jamie and Dermot.
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taurusfrog1-blog · 5 years
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Die besten Whiskey-Bars in New York
Ihr sucht die angesagtesten und besten Whiskey-Bars in New York? Wir haben hier für die besten, stilvollsten und angesagtesten Whiskeybars in New York für euch aufgeführt. Denn was gibt es Besseres, als mit einem guten Whiskey tiefe Gespräche zu führen? 
Und nun viel Spaß mit unserer Liste an den besten Whiskey-Bars, die wir ständig aktuell halten!
Unsere Liste der 8 besten Whiskey Bars in New York
1. The Dead Rabbit im Financial District
“The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog” ist schon jetzt eine der besten Whiskey-Bars in New York. Geführt wird “The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog” von Sean Muldoon und Jack McGarry. Beide sind in der Barszene gut bekannt und haben vorher in berühmten Häusern gearbeitet. Die Auswahl an guten irischen Whiskys ist riesig! Der Stil ist auch einmalig – wie eine Zeitreise nach 1850!
Mehr zur “The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog” erfahren
2. Brandy Library in TriBeca
Auch wenn der Name etwas anderes vermuten lässt: die Brandy Library hat eine riesige Auswahl auch sehr seltener Whiskeys im Programm, die das Herz eines jeden Whiskey-Fans höher schlagen lassen. Mehr als 1.000 Flaschen werden als Deko verwendet, gerade abends wirkt es wie eine Bibliothek aus hochprozentigen Drinks. Was wir sehr spannend fanden sind ihre Events, bei denen ihr mehr zu Bourbons, Cognacs etc. erfahrt. Fazit: Super-stimmungsvoll und ein echtes Highlight!
Adresse: 25 N Moore St (zwischen Hudson St und Varrick St)   |   Website
3. Angel’s Share im East Village
Als Angel’s Share bezeichnet man den Anteil an Whiskey, der bei der Lagerung der Fässer verdunstet. Genau so heißt diese kleine Bar im East Village, die ein echter Geheimtipp ist. Versteckt hinter einem japanischen Restaurant ist die Bar gelegen, in eine ganz besondere Atmosphäre hat. Klein, intim, nicht laut – einfach super!
Adresse: 8 Stuyvesant St New York, (Nähe 9. Straße zwischen 2nd und 3rd Avenue)
4. Maysville im Flatiron District
Achtung Geheimtipp: Das Maysville ist eine unserer neuesten Entdeckungen. Hier könnt ihr einen richtig guten Burger (mit karamellisierten Zwiebel-Bacon-Püree!) essen und aus einer großen Auswahl an Whiskey, Ryes und Bourbon wählen. Es ist eine Kombination aus Bar und Restaurant, deshalb könnt ihr zu jeder Tageszeit hier eine gute Zeit haben. In der Woche hat das Maysville ab mittags geöffnet, am Wochenende könnt ihr hier wunderbar brunchen.
Adresse: 17 W 26th (zwischen Broadway und 6th Avenue)   |   Website
5. The Flatiron Room in Midtown
Ein weiterer sehr schöner Ort seinen Whiskey zu geniessen ist der Flatiron Room in Midtown ganz in der Nähe des Empire State Buildings. Bei entspannter Live-Musik könnt ihr hier aus einem sehr umfangreichen Whiskey-Repertoire (600 Sorten!) wählen. Was wir so auch noch nicht gesehen hatten ist ihr Programm „Bottle Keep“. Wenn euch ein Whiskey gefällt, könnt ihr die Flasche kaufen und könnt sie dann wieder – natürlich beschriftet – einlagern lassen, um beim nächsten mal eure Flasche Whiskey wieder weiter zu geniessen.
Adresse: The Flatiron Room, 37 West 26th Street (zwischen 6th Avenue und Broadway) | Website
Bar & Burger-Guide für New York: Speakeasy-Bars & absolute Insider-Spots
Wir verraten euch exklusiv unsere 40 besten (Insider-)Bars, Burger-Joints & absoluten Lieblingsspots: von Geheim-Tipps bis hin zu ausgezeichneten Spitzenbars, von Manhattan über Brooklyn nach Queens.
Mein Bar- und Burger-Guide für New York ist wohl das ePaper (PDF), was am allermeisten dem entspricht, was Tino und ich so in New York machen. New York City und Burger gehören für uns einfach zusammen und 3-4 Burger sind wohl bei jedem unserer Besuche dabei!
6. On the Rocks in Hell’s Kitchen
Eine nette kleine Location ist das „On the Rocks“ in Hell’s Kitchen. Aus fast 400 Whiskeys könnt ihr euren Favoriten auswählen! Auch die schwer zu bekommenden Sorten sind hier fast durchweg im Sortiment. Die Barkeeper kennen sich sensationell gut aus und können auch richtig gute Cocktails damit mixen – schon deshalb zählt „On the Rocks“ für uns zu den besten Whiskeybars in New York!
Adresse: On the Rocks: 696 10th Avenue (zwischen 49th und 50th Street)
7. Connolly’s Pub and Restaurant am Times Square
Der irische Connolly’s Pub and Restaurant ist immer noch in privater Hand und ist ein irischer Pub, wie er im Buche steht (und wie ich ihn gern auch hier in Hamburg hätte!) Ein riesiger uriger Tresen, viele bunte Zapfhähne und Unmengen an guten Whiskey fallen sofort auf. Hier sind wir bei jedem unserer Besuche mindestens 1x gewesen. Nicht umsonst zählt er auch zu unseren besten Pubs in New York (hier gehts zur Bestenliste)!
Mehr zum Connolly’s Pub and Restaurant
Adresse(n): 
121 W 45th St
14 East 47th St
43 West 54th St
8. Hudson Bar and Books im West Village
Von Bar and Books gibt es mehrer Locations in New York – die in der Nähe des Hudson ist jedoch die beste Whiskey-Bar von allen. Sie hat ihren ganz eigenen Charme und bietet eine riesige Auswahl an Whiskey, Scotch und Co. Wenn ihr eine Whiskey-Bar sucht, in der ihr auch entspannt eine Zigarre rauchen könnt, seid ihr hier richtig.
Adresse: 636 Hudson Street (Nähe 13. Straße und 9th Avenue)   |   Website
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hulusan · 5 years
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Plan a Trip to the Distilleries and Pubs of Ireland
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By FLORENCE FABRICANT The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog has a new guidebook that will walk you through the best drinking spots on the Emerald Isle. Published: March 11, 2019 at 03:30AM from NYT Food https://ift.tt/2HrNhn4
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izayoi1242 · 5 years
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Plan a Trip to the Distilleries and Pubs of Ireland
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By FLORENCE FABRICANT The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog has a new guidebook that will walk you through the best drinking spots on the Emerald Isle. Published: March 11, 2019 at 09:00AM from NYT Food https://ift.tt/2HrNhn4 via IFTTT
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Plan a Trip to the Distilleries and Pubs of Ireland
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By FLORENCE FABRICANT The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog has a new guidebook that will walk you through the best drinking spots on the Emerald Isle. Published: March 11, 2019 at 01:00AM from NYT Food https://ift.tt/2HrNhn4
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jayefeather · 6 years
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One of New York's most famous bars will shut its doors until further notice after an early morning ...
The owners of the Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog said the bar 'received considerable fire and water damage'. According to the New York Fire ... from Google Alert - water damage https://www.google.com/url?rct=j&sa=t&url=http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-5906983/Famous-New-York-bar-shuts-indefinitely-early-morning-fire.html&ct=ga&cd=CAIyGmM1ODA0ODI0ZWVkYWI2OWU6Y29tOmVuOlVT&usg=AFQjCNE0cHWcZ1O0i7RaBzP3uucDO6NgjA
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The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog has a new guidebook that will walk you through the best drinking spots on the Emerald Isle. from NYT > Books https://ift.tt/2TuOaTa
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Front Burner: Plan a Trip to the Distilleries and Pubs of Ireland
The Dead Rabbit Grocery and Grog has a new guidebook that will walk you through the best drinking spots on the Emerald Isle. from Latest Information https://www.nytimes.com/2019/03/11/dining/dead-rabbit-from-barley-to-blarney-book.html?partner=rss&emc=rss
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