This marks the THIRD time I’ve mentioned the Blue Owl because, well, this is also about as classy as you can get without feeling like a two-bit hack; a lowly fraud; a slimy chameleon; a really fucked-up, wart-backed, two faced (1 face toad, the other a mustachioed weasel wearing sun glasses with a toothpick dangling from leathery lips) son of a gun. I mean, you almost feel guilty drinking their stuff for free and bailing at 6:01 pm. Almost. Just tip well, a-hole, and you’ll feel fine. I think you can do that much considering it is THE best regular happy hour I’ve found. Two weeks ago they served the Flapper, which only lasted 20 minutes before the regular scavengers – there was a actually a crowd waiting for the door to open at 5 pm- sucked down all the fancy ingredients and forced a hard-to-swallow reversion to standard vodka drinks for the remaining 40 minutes. Last week it was Kipspringers (Bols Genever, Dolin Bianco Vermouth, orangeflower water, orange bitters, with an orange twist). This week it is a Marpessa - Cabana Cachaca, Orchard Pear liqueur, Aloe Vera extract and fresh lemon juice. Sure beats Dooley’s.
And I think they are boning up staffing though because they were training a new bartender on Flapper night, so maybe now I won’t feel like less of a person when my empty glass is overlooked and my (tightly bottled) histrionics are ignored.
Blue Owl is located @ 192 2nd Avenue between 12th and 13th