In a neighborhood full of velvet ropes and tony lounges, Brass Monkey is a surprisingly unpretentious neighborhood pub. Though the bar is located next to an abandoned elevated train line on a semi-deserted block in the meatpacking district, once you are inside, tucked into one of the many intimate booths among the attitude-free locals, the industrial landscape melts away. The cavernous room is bathed in warm light and decorated simply with blond wood tables and stools, and the soundtrack is a refreshingly unhip, VH1 tour of British rock (U2, the... More >>>