I’m going to tell you something I’m not supposed to tell you. In exchange, you will promise to only tell cool, non-douchey people. Handshake.
Ok, so you know how it gets warm out, and then suddenly everyone mobs any bar/ restaurant with the merest hint of outdoor space? Cue the accidental/non-accidental shoving, unexpected armpits to face, and frantic gathering of chairs in slivers of sidewalk fit only for pigeons and their evil, evil brethren.
Behold, it all its glory the Battery Park Beer Garden right after work a sunny Friday ago. Isn’t it spacious? And clean and shiny?
It’s surrounded by greenery.
And the water. Helloooo Liberty.
Cheap pitchers of Victory beers, brats, umbrellas and seats abound.
Ladies, one major drawback of this place is the lack of decent restrooms. The nearby public bathrooms are very seriously lacking in amenities. And locking stall doors for that matter. Win some, lose some. Go check it out. Be nice to the lady behind the bar.
By the way, nerd fact of the day: if you’re sitting in Battery Park, you are sitting on landfill. Castle Clinton, the sandstone fort on the northern end of the park, was built on an artificial island off the coast of Manhattan right before the War of 1812 to protect baby New York City from the Brits. (Fistshake!) Years later, nearby debris was used to fill in around it, making the land the current park sits on. Cool, huh?