review

The Manhattan Inn

Greenpoint

Maybe. But only if you don't get stuck at the sad and lonely table on the lower level directly behind the Piano Player. And only if you don't mind ten plates on the tiny circular stool with a candle, that they are trying to pass as your table. And maybe if you don't order anything off the overly priced menu consisting of a curious hybrid of Polish/Korean fare (complete with Baguette and Smuckers Apple Butter. ?). And maybe if you don't expect the waiters to remember your order. And also, if you don't mind waiting an hour for their Pork Belly, Kimchee and Perogie Sandwich. But, if you love witnessing flapper style Williamsburgers pretend they are in a silent film from the 1930's. And if you enjoy watching 22 year olds vie for the attention of the bow tied/supspender wearing Piano Player who is finger-banging prohibition jigs while you gaze upon his candlelit butt-crack. And certainly if you love Manhattans a Go Go with extra cherry juice. Then my friend... This. May. Be. Your. Spot.