When it comes to partying, everyone knows that the three B's are king: beer, bourbon, and brock n' roll! Proving it to good times infidels: Idle Hands. Set up by a trio of music/entertainment vets in the subterranean hole that used to house the Warhol hang Save The Robots, Idle plays the part: concrete floors, black leather banquette lined walls, a stool/bench-strewn stage area, scattered rock/metal/punk concert posters, and a heady list of craft brews and hooch, so you can get rocked by a hurricane while listening to it. Fueling classic 'tails from Old Fashioneds to Sazeracs, the house specialty's the brown, with a collection of 30 whiskeys & ryes that's dwarfed by 70+ bourbons running from Rebel Yell '80 to Four Roses Straight, which apparently worried all those pretty roses were sending mixed signals. Less potent imbibables are similarly deep cut, with Atwater Vanilla Java Porter, Avery Hog Heaven, Troegs Dreamweaver, and Arcadia Jaw Jacker all part of a weekly-rotating offering of 60 microbrews, a breadth of options clearly designed to let you pick your Poison. Meh. Rounding everything out's around 50,000 rock tunes with which to kick ass, starting with Elvis and running the gamut straight through to Anthrax, meaning you can get all three B's while listening to Attack of the Killer of them.
Alphabet City gets Rock & Roll. Finally.
Set up by a trio of music/entertainment vets in the subterranean hole that used to house the Warhol hang Save The Robots, Idle plays the part: concrete floors, black leather banquette-lined walls, and a stool/bench-strewn stage area.