Bourbon Street NYC: Broke-Ass Haven

Sitting cozy on the Upper West Side, on Amsterdam Avenue, between 79th & 80th street, you’ll find a pretty well known haven for the broke-ass movement. Imagine a bar with bras hanging on the walls and  cheap drinks. Imagine a place that once offered 50 cent beers. Welcome to Bourbon Street.

While some drinks like a Jäger Bomb are advertised as $9, I recently spent a night at Bourbon Street and only paid $7. I’m assuming that my dashing good looks got me two bucks knocked off the original price. Realistically speaking, there are many deals in this place. For example, Friday nights were once infamous for its 50 cent beer special. Don’t worry, that special is still reasonable at one whole dollar.

At the core, Bourbon Street is a sports bar so expect to see those big screen HDTV’s  hanging on the walls tuned into ESPN. Sunday afternoons offer a $15 all the Bud you can drink special from noon-7pm. Wednesday night is ladies night and the gals get FREE Bud draft and frozen hurricanes. You might also get a FREE shot or drink if you decide to hang your bra on their wall. (Ladies, if you decide to add to the collection, may I suggest not wearing a see-through shirt for your own well being.)

The music plays nicely in the background where you’re able to have a conversation with someone and if it’s not too packed you might have enough room to dance. There’s an arcade shooting game in the back for further entertainment if need be.

Bourbon Street is a fun, laid back spot to just kick back and relax. So stop by to watch a game or hang up your bra…or both.

Bourbon Street
407 Amsterdam Ave. (Between 79th & 80th Street)
[Upper West Side]

Photo Credit: yelp.com

 

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Enrique Grijalva - Mr. Minimum Wage

My father came, my mother saw...and I conquered. I encourage children to do drugs, I buy alcohol for teenagers, and I drink beer with the homeless. In my spare time, I attend art galleries for the FREE booze, I rub elbows with modish elephants, and I hammer six-inch nails into small penises. Stuart knighted me as Broke-Ass King of New York. You've been warned.

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