96 Tears

Named after the classic garage-rock anthem, this East Village hangout serves as a tribute to the late punk icon Howie Pyro, filling its space with his personal subcultural artifacts. The layout is split-level: the wood-paneled upper room features a 1973 Seeburg Matador jukebox and rock-themed craft cocktails, while the candle-lit basement—dubbed the Cabin Down Below—hosts live music, poetry readings, and late-night vinyl spins. It nails a moody, old-school aesthetic (the kind of dim, red-lit den where you half-expect to run into a vampire), though the polished security and strict back-patio drink policies keep it anchored in modern Manhattan.