This place is massive and I’m not talking just big for NYC. You’ll be surrounded by millennials doing pickleback shots, but if you can get past this, it’s like being in any ol’ dive bar… but with your fury friend! Location
One of the very few (if not only?) bars in Manhattan that allow dogs inside. Enjoying a well priced & no nonsense drink with your dog by your feet while you hear the bartender tell a customer to leave because they requested U2 – now that’s why you come here. The bathroom of this place makes me feel like I’m stepping into a horror movie, but that’s not why you come here. Greatly simplistic with courtyard seating, neighboring food options to bring in and drunk girls who pet your dog while waiting for their Uber. This bar is nearly never crowded, which should usually tell you it’s not that great. Equipped with a roomy backyard, unusually unpretentious Williamsburg staff, it’s not a bad place to share a HH with your hound.
I’m grateful Lucky Dog isn’t one of them. One of my biggest pet peeves (pun intended) are businesses with the word “dog” in them who don’t allow dogs.
