Bar Review: Fatty Johnson
By LESLIE PARISEAU
Fatty Johnson's will be short-lived, which is unfortunate because, like the delightfully inappropriate name, the experience is slightly off-color and entirely enjoyable. Short-lived because it's a pop-up bar destined for Zak Pelaccio's first fancy-pants restaurant in the Fatty dyansty. Off-color because many of the bartenders are unpolished, in the weeds and not actually bartenders. And entirely enjoyable because you can flirt shamelessly with your bartender and likely never see him/her again after you've had one too many of their evening specialty. The (un)hired help will ask you to shake your own cocktail, give you whatever's easiest to make at the moment and then ask you to hand a round of shots to the group behind you. It's all very charming amidt the shambles of the former Cabrito spaces's stripped down walls and slim pickins bar. One evening you might spot Dave Wondrich (famed cocktail historian) slinging New York Sours or a random spirits brand ambassador whipping up a whiskey smash or a gin martini. Part of the fun is not knowing if you'll be able to visit the bare bones pop-up again, but it'd be smart to hurry down for the inappropriately delicious burger, the funky grilled cheese and a possibly cute, impossibly slow bartender.
Fatty Johnson's
50 Carmine St.
(212) 929-5050
Fatty Johnson's
50 Carmine St.
(212) 929-5050
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