Bar Review: Ninth Ward

LESLIE PARISEAU

Midsummer in the East Village -- not unlike midsummer in New Orleans. Tourists and students have disappeared. Locals amble along at their own pace fanning newspapers and sipping wheatgrass shakes. Sub a Gambit, an Abita, pretend it's not Second Avenue and voila -- Nola. Attempting to bring a little of Satchmo's Eden to downtown, the bar with the hotly debated monikerNinth Ward has opened its weather-beaten shutters to the hipster crowds. It's difficult to ignore the implications of such a name, but it appeared one afternoon that the neighborhood's
happy hour bar flies could, especially with the help of two for one beers and long, icy cocktails. Perhaps they aren't New Orleans prices ($7 for a beer, $13 for cocktails), but the selection is decent with Abita Amber and fresh juice splashed into everything from G&Ts to the Marie Laveau -- a tipple in honor of Louisiana's nineteenth century voudou queen. The bar is a dark and cool escape from avenue heat with an unexpectedly lush courtyard to catch evening breezes, and it's unmarked (for now), so there's a chance you can duck in sans patio seeking packs. If you're game and good at pretending, get here before NYU returns. It'll be Mardi Gras come September.

Ninth Ward
180 2nd Ave.
ninthwardnyc.com

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