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Maroon stamped tin-walls and antique belt-driven ceiling fans lend speakeasy charm to this classic pub. And the eclectic keg and kitchen picks—a Stone IPA with a half-pound, char-grilled cheeseburger or a pint of Magic Hat #9 with a plate of warmed brie, sliced apples and fried pickles—far outshines the usual Yuengling-and-wings standard. Two discreet TV screens keep sports-fans happy, while subdued lighting and a cozy aural buzz reward intrepid bridge crossers. For grown-ups and those who love them, Henry Street Ale House is indispensable—especially since everything's priced like it's 1985. With its 16 drafts, quality food and a civil, old world atmosphere, this place is what many Manhattan's microbrew taverns aspire to be. — Robert Bourne