Expect plumes of smoke outside the bar at 118 St. Mark’s Place known as St. Dymphna’s. An array of artsy people, young and old, loiter here, smoking cigarettes and chatting. Clad in tight pants, tattoos, and stylishly mussed hair, they seem friendly enough.
Inside, there is a bar lit by candles and Christmas lights and some rickety looking wood tables. If you’re looking for a more intimate setting walk straight past the bar to a hidden section of wooden tables in the back.
At the bar, Guinness is $7 and the whiskey sour isn’t bad. This is a no-frills sort of place, so don’t go expecting any egg whites. And don’t forget your cash, since the credit card policy can be a bit dodgy with a minimum.
You won’t see a single person on their phone texting or snapping a photo. It’s a friendly crowd and someone is likely to start a conversation with you. The bartender, however, can be off-putting.
Asked his name the bartender snapped back, call me “a total dick, cause I could be in a second.” But after settling in you’ll find him approachable and personable.
For the hunger, St. Dymphna’s serves classic pub grub, like Shepherd’s Pie and Mac n’ Cheese. Pro-tip? Everyone raves about the Irish Breakfast, so have a go at it – it’s served all day.
The bathrooms are covered with graffiti and gender neutral, so don’t bother waiting in line for a specific one by mistake.
The best night? Monday’s. Depending on the vibe, you may find yourself in for a mellow evening rocking out to Oasis, or drunkenly singing along with the whole bar to Empire State of Mind. Come with friends or come alone, either way St. Dymphna’s is an East Village staple that you’ve got to try at least once.