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Crowds of European and UK expats pack the place during Premiership games. The bar staff is friendly with thick accents and the pints are large. Chips and pies are served up hot and heavy for those wanting a snack.
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With the Fulton Street fish market a block away, you know the seafood is fresh. Patrons drink 32oz. beers from Styrofoam cups and the ceiling is covered in bras and underwear. The game, whatever it is, is always on.
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Lots of fried food and baseball await patrons at this shrine to one of baseball’s greatest. Memorabilia and televisions are the mainstay of the Mantle’s chain, watch the game, eat a dog and order autographed baseballs all from your table.
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After-work crowds pile into this hooch joint for its 14+ types of beer and monster-size TV screens. Personalised sound at every table means patrons won’t miss a beat of Marv Alpert’s commentary. Die-hard fans wear jerseys.
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Probably the last of Times Square’s 'old’ bars, Smith’s is frequented by loud, smoking drinkers who aren’t shy about screaming their sports opinions over the din of the TV, and, more to the point, over everyone else’s opinion.
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