The Red Lion

The Red Lion may look like the NYU-frat-boy faves lining Bleecker, but inside it's a haven for football-hooligan expats. Aside from the constantly airing games, the only things approximating Blighty for limeys on the go are a lone phone booth and bartenders pulling Newcastle. It's the only place in the city below 14th Street where, on game night, you can hear Chelsea boys yelling from blocks away.