Barbounia
250 Park Ave. South (20th St.), Manhattan
We would have hated Barbounia even if Sara didn't almost punch two Age InAppropriates within three minutes of investigating the happy hour (they were holding 5 seats, half a large table, the only open seats of maybe 25 in the front bar area, and they began to shake and weep when she suggested we'd sit there until their friends arrived. Egad.).
For a giant space with such high ceilings, it felt crowded (does 1 AI take up the space of 2 AI's?) and hot as hell in there, and the bartenders are not the City's friendliest.
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