For those of you back East, New York Magazine has an item on expatriate sports bars in Manhattan. Craig Fehrman writes:
On fall Saturdays and during March Madness, this kind of jam-packed enthusiasm for distant competitions takes over many of Manhattan’s pubs and sports bars. Over time, fans have organically matched up with proprietors (who know a loyal customer base when they see one) to establish headquarters for displaced college sports enthusiasts.Here are the two bars partial to U of M. Not sure if there are rival MSU bars or not. Or if, like the Kezar, people show up for any sporting event linked to Michigan. (Except maybe the Lions.)
Professor Thom’s
219 Second Ave., nr. 13th St.;
Metro 53
307 E. 53rd St., nr. Second Ave.
Chime in if you know of Michigan bars in other cities.
which kezar?
ReplyDeletethis one?
http://sfist.com/2009/12/21/daisy_does_the_49ers_adios_playoffs.php
Yes, on Stanyon, NOT Cole.
ReplyDeleteAnd it sounds like it's a Philly bar when the Eagles are playing. Like I said, no one bothers to take over a bar to watch the Lions.
I'm not saying this is a Michigan bar per se... but for those U-M'ers who don't like football, but do like good music... The Great Lakes Bar in Brooklyn hits the spot...
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I am so glad the Non-smoking law went through, so I will be able to go to these bars as of May 1st!
ReplyDeleteThank you to the Michigan Legislature!
RoadsideDinerLover
Charleston SC -- Mad River Bar on Market St.
ReplyDeleteThe Gin Mill in Chicago is a MSU hangout. Love it. GO GREEN. (Tough loss last night, but we'll be ready in March as usual!)
ReplyDeleteOffshore Tavern (MSU) and PB Bar and Grill (U of M) in San Diego!
ReplyDeleteWhen I lived in Austin, this was a food truck. Apparently they're breaking ground to become an actual bar. http://impactnews.com/blogs/southwest-austin-impacts/coming-soon%3A-via-313-pizza-%26-pub/ There were a surprising amount of Michigan people in Austin though. I actually worked with a guy at a microbrewery/smokehouse. He'd been claiming Flint until I asked him where he went to school and gave my grandparents' old address and the names of my dad's and grandpa's high schools (I grew up up North). He started stammering for a moment, turned red, and whispered, "Fenton."
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