"Blake’s has been a Midtown institution since 1988. The first floor has a neon-lit liquor shelf towering into the air like some sort of a beacon for alcohol service. Not that we need it, since the way to the square bar is usually framed with a wall of people hounding the bartender for a stiff drink. Televisions line the walls, displaying the music video of whatever is bumping from the speakers and giving us TRL flashbacks (we miss you, Carson Daly). Upstairs is a little more low-key and houses a small patio for those times when we don’t want to accidentally brush up against someone’s sweaty back. " - juli horsford
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