Black Penny

"Dark and woody, the Black Penny’s dimly-lit vibe evokes a pre-Thomas Edison era that remains true to the building’s 1830s roots. Don’t come to the Penny seeking wine or umbrella drinks (though it serves those, too) — this is a prime spot to sit at the wrap-around bar and sample off-the-beaten-path ales. An extensive beer menu divided into taste profiles helps to guide patrons." - Eater Staff

"Housed in a building that dates back to the early 19th century, the dimly lit Black Penny has an old-fashioned spit-and-sawdust feel—in the best kind of way. The layout is simple: a lounge with cream booths, and a small barroom that displays the Penny’s crown jewels: around 100 regional, national, and imported craft beers. Fortunately, the bar staff treats everyone like a local and will patiently mentor you as you take on the extensive drinks menu. They know their beer, and that enthusiasm is infectious." - Paul Oswell, Andrew Parks

"Located at the edge of the Quarter on Rampart St, Black Penny bills itself as a neighborhood bar. And while the beer-centric, dog-friendly spot draws a diverse crowd, patrons tend to skew slightly hipster. Dark, woody, and more introspective than its cocktail-oriented older sister Bar Tonique, the Penny is a prime spot to sit at the wrap-around bar and sample off-the-beaten-path ales. An extensive beer menu divided into taste profiles helps to guide the palette and the pocket book." - Eater Staff

"Located at the edge of the Quarter on Rampart St, Black Penny bills itself as a neighborhood bar. And while the beer-centric, dog-friendly spot draws a diverse crowd, patrons tend to skew slightly hipster. Dark, woody, and more introspective than its cocktail-oriented older sister Bar Tonique, the Penny is a prime spot to sit at the wrap-around bar and sample off-the-beaten-path ales. An extensive beer menu divided into taste profiles helps to guide the palette and the pocket book." - Eater Staff

"This Rampart favorite is where they say bartender Giovanni Miano begun spreading the gospel of Malort some years back. Miano is the kind of bartender that hates these lists, and come to think of it, probably most of the patrons he’s poured Malort to since his quest began (always accompanied by a demand to down it with “pinkies up”). Regardless, if it weren’t for his steadfast dedication, the ardor in which it currently spreads through the city’s favorite watering holes would have died off long ago, and this map would not be a thing." - Paula Echevarria