Christian A.
Google
The Little Bar isn’t for everyone — and thank God for that.
Yes, the cocktails cost more than your usual Hoboken spot. But it’s refreshing to go somewhere that treats you like a person and doesn’t bow to entitlement.
No, they won’t move your seat because you’re “too close to the door.”
Guess what? Everyone’s close to the door — the place is tiny on purpose. That’s the charm.
And if you’re upset about being “tricked” into bottled water… be serious.
You can literally say, “Oh no thanks, I meant tap.”
Paying $5,000 in rent and complaining about $8 water says more about you than it does about them.
This bar is tiny on purpose.
Hard to get into on purpose.
Good on purpose.
Every cocktail is crafted — not splashed together while someone yells over Pitbull.
You come here for conversation, for the playlist, and for a martini that actually tastes like care.
So yeah — it’s not cheap. But neither is taste.
It’s basically a West Village bar that got tired of Manhattan and moved across the river to chill — and honestly, so did most of us.
And to Ethel — thank you Queen for taking this bar to NYC levels.
Your regulars see the passion, the long nights, and the perfection in every pour.