Jimmy Carbone is "Italian on both sides." His amiable, eponymous dive bar*, well below the East 7th Street grade, is a place where, alone or in good company, one can hide comfortably from the world above. There are a dozen beers on draught and as many by the neck, including a number of regionally produced brews, and the menu includes local, farmstead cheeses supplied by local cheesemongers, and all-local pickles from Rick's Picks. "Specials" feature "snout-to-tail" gastro-pub dishes, including pigs trotters, rashers of slab bacon, and lamb's brains, cheeks, and ribs, much of it, with vegetable sides, sourced from the nearby Greenmarket.
* The term dive bar was coined in the 1800's, when these establishments were generally located below street level, away from genteel and pampered citizens. A dive bar is defined by cheap drinks with great music usually from a jukebox, the air of a secret hideaway you've luckily and unknowingly stumbled into and patrons from every walk of life.
43 East 7th Street New York, NY 10003