Southern Comfort
Monday, February 15th, 2010
(3 out of 5 hot dogs)
Loading ...Brother Jimmy’s
1644 3rd Ave (92nd)
1485 2nd Ave (77th and 78th)
428 Amsterdam (80th and 81st)
Grand Central, 89 E 42nd (At Madison)
191 Lexington (at 31st)
Time: Everyday, 4-7
Price: ½ Apps (Only at the Bar), $2 Buds, $2 Frozen Margaritas, $3 Well-Drinks
Remember when “Snow Day” used to mean- hot cocoa, sledding and snow-ball fights? Now that we’re all growed up we know the real meaning- start drinking earlier. Last week’s blizzard was the perfect chance to hit up happy hours that normally you’d “flake” out on. I had the margarita, knowing well that the tequila would keep me toasty in the wet/bitter/cold that was last Wednesday. It was great for $2, although a little sickeningly sweet by the bottom. The appetizers were deep-fried delights; I tried the frickles (fried pickles with horseradish sauce) and onion straws (pictured above), which were both about $4 at the half-off bar price. Brother Jimmy’s also has a load of other deals, including all-you-can-eat bbq, ladies night, and Southern ID discounts depending on which night you saddle up! Hit it up today, or wait for the next snow day (tomorrow?)
With six locations, unlimited drinks, unlimited chips and salsa, all for the same price as a movie ticket, this is my go-to drunch in NYC (drunk + brunch = drunch). The adorable little stuffed monkey decorations throughout the restaurant somehow makes it okay that you are getting sloshed on Sunday and it’s not even noon. Good news: Blockheads also has a lunch special during the week (Chips, Soda, and entrée for $9). Better news: $3 frozen margaritas ALL DAY EVERY DAY. They don’t take reservations, but despite the amazing-ness of this special, I have never had to wait for a table. The waiters here are really nice too; they even came up with a nickname for my table, “los borrachos.” I’m not sure what it means, but I like the way they roll the ‘R’s!’ The weekend is approaching, I suggest you hop on Google Maps and figure out the Blockheads that is closest to your apartment (or the apartment of your co-worker who is pretty hot, but really annoying, but you’ll probably hook up with anyway after the Holiday Party).
For over 3,000 years, the Silk Road was an essential system of trade across three continents. Today, the Silk Road Palace is an essential system for transporting cheap booze straight to your liver on the Upper West Side of Manhattan. As soon as you sit at your table, a server brings you a carafe of white wine, which is obsessively refilled every three minutes throughout your meal. If you come during prime dining hours and there is a wait, then they give you endless refills of wine as you are waiting. Just to be clear, I don’t mean actual wine, I’m talking about white Franzia straight from the cardboard box, a dream-come-true for Maggie Griffin and the freshman-year version of myself. But as impeccable the wine service was, it is nearly impossible to get a glass of water in this joint…maybe they don’t have a sink? The food was edible, I had steamed vegetable dumplings to start, and shrimp sha-cha for my entrée. The whole experience was definitely frat-tastic, with an abundance of college sweatshirts and “Chug! Chug! Chug!” being chanted at the table next to ours. Regardless, a little bit of your dignity for a great time and a cheap-wine headache seems like a fair trade to me!