Midtown Happy Hour: Black Finn
If you like to eat, chances are you like to drink (read: a lot of you are freakin’ lushes), so I thought maybe it was time to introduce a happy hour column to the site. Every week, our Happy Hour Correspondent “Mamacita” will post about a different bar in Midtown that fits the Midtown Lunch mentality: unhealthy food, not lame (unless it’s lame in a cool way), and most importantly… cheap. This past week, Mamacita was out of town, so she had a friend check in with this quick report from a visit to Black Finn.
I just got back from Chapel Hill, NC where I stuffed myself with pulled pork, pork ribs, hushpuppies, southern fried breakfasts and sweet tea. I plan on spreading my swine flu to all you midtowners! Due to my absence I was AWOL for any happy hours in NY with my friends. But like they say, when the cats away the mice will play. My favorite lush Scarlett took up the baton for this week’s happy hour and here is her lubricated take on BlackFinn, a bar where I guess all the midtown white boys rock out. -Mamacita
“That place was hysterical. My friend Kim told me there was a DJ but I kind of can’t believe it. I think the guy must have had Top 40 hit CDs– he would play ACDC and then Kelly Clarkson then an R&B hit, then Earth Wind and Fire, then Michael Jackson………. so funny. We got there at like 6 and by 7 it was elbow to elbow crowded with the WHITEST people I have ever seen in my life. Other than a few token asian girls, my gf was the only person who looked like they had any flavor in the joint.
For $4 you can get a decent marg, decent but small cosmo, pint of beer including Stella and Blue Moon, decent red wine and chicken fingers, wings, nachos, pretzels etc. After Port 41, this place was gorgeous and nice. Our bartender, Mike, seemed to know a lot of patrons. There are a ton of TVs above the bar and in a few little booths at the front there are little tvs too. Too bad the Skankees were on. I am pretty sure the bathroom would have passed even Shannon’s inspection. But by 9pm, after some drunk frat boy spilled his drink all over my friend’s seat, and me we bailed. There’s also a lovely two-level porn shop on that street — the second level used to be an apartment an old friend lived in, ha!”
Black Finn, 218 E 53rd St (btw. 2+3rd), 212-355-6607