Gramercy Ale House, New York NY
Address | 272 3rd Ave, New York, NY |
Phone | (646) 678-3566 |
Hours | 12:00pm-4:00am |
Categories | Bar, Bar and Grill, Irish Pub, Pub |
Rating | 3.6 8 reviews |
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Gramercy Ale House reviews
8Went to this bar for a couple of drinks, the bartender’s were nice the atmosphere was great and it was a beautiful place.
The best place for dinner or a fun night out! The menu has a lot of GF options and the food never disappoints! They have lots of options for beer and basic cocktails, the service is always amazing. I will definitely return soon:)
Actually good bar food and always the best music! Pat playing live music on friday nights is hard to beat!
Great spot for drinks and snacks! Huge contingent of regulars, you always bump into a friend, be they a customer or bartender. Staff is super friendly and attentive, totally a community you want to be a part of in the Gramercy neighborhood.
Nothing special, much better bars/pubs around and staff seemed to be bothered by your presence. Had some chicken tenders and fries, very average.
Advertised craft beer but everything was AB inbev or a rebranded macro.
This is probably the only bar in Manhattan that plays yeehaw music. Go if you have a wild craving for bud light and songs about girls and pickup trucks while you're on the lower east side for some reason.
Otherwise, this probably isn't what you're looking for.
Oh, wow! After all the renovations, it's amazing how this bar managed to transform itself into yet another generic watering hole for the basic bros of Murray Hill. Now you can enjoy the ambiance of endless sports on flat TV screens, just like every other bar in the universe. The outside used to have some character, but let's be real, who needs that when you have the opportunity to watch every single game ever played, 24/7?
And don't even get me started on the clientele. These toxic sports-obsessed frat boys and their bruh-ettes who pretend to know what a touchdown is just to cozy up to the guys? Please! They're infiltrating and destroying downtown Manhattan like a bunch of drunken, jersey-wearing Godzilla's