Joe and I got a minute to drop by a place called Spitzer, in the lower east side, enticed by the “40 Beers on Tap!!” sign out front. The inside is wood and steel, strangely austere, though I imagine on weekends it’s probably nice to have all that space. No half pints, no samplers. Tasty herbed popcorn appetizer. The female bartender seemed entirely uninterested in us, and gave me a dirty look when I asked to try a beer. A yes or no would have sufficed. The beer was sublime. The variety of choices would definitely bring me back there again.
Dispatch from NYC
By Jasmine · May 22nd, 2008 · 3 Comments