Noir Heaven!

This fabulous hunk of neon and chrome love has been serving up brews since 1937, and it looks as if some of the original patrons haven't left their bar stools since it opened.
The red walls are battered and the lumpy, the red-leather booths slope toward the center of the room, where the floor is covered with original checkered tile. Odd knickknacks (Godzilla doll, wooden ships) covered in decades of dust fill the shelves.

Okay, this isn’t the kind of place trendy hipsters with two day fuzz and their peachy cream girlfriends on their way back from Brown would deign to spend an evening, but for we lovers of history and reality in NYC, this place is the most. The landlord owns the building, so the Subway Inn (located across from Bloomingdales should you desire a shot post-shopping), ain’t going nowhere.