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Congratulations, Betches, you made it to Friday. Which means youre, like, one passive-aggressive department email away from slipping something stronger than Baileys into your coffee. And, like, same. I’m also counting down the minutes until I can escape and find a happy hour with drink prices that wont require me to trade my first born child in for a vodka soda. (Which I totally would do depending on how good that vodka soda was). But because we live in a sprawling metropolis filled with millennials assholes with Instagram accounts, happy hour always comes with a price and that price is douchebags.

Tbh I dont hate douchebags as much as, say, an emotionally stable, functioning adult with eyes and a brain should. I guess theres something endearing about the drunkest, loudest, preppiest asshole in the room who will probs spill beer on himself and/or insult no less than give people at the bar. Oh shit. Wait, maybe I’m the douchebag…? Nah, cant be because Im a fucking gem. But I cant deny that I do love to party with the douchebags. That should be a segment right there. But its because of my high tolerance for alcohol douchebaggery that I’m able to frequent the bars these creatures are constantly trolling in and write this article. Im super giving like that. So heres a list of the douchiest bars in Manhattan. Youre welcome.

1. Turtle Bay

Location: Midtown East
Type of Douchebag: The Business Bro Douchebag

Midtown East should come with some sort of warning label like this area contains very expensive drinks and douchebags in a suit, continue at your own risk of being roofied. (Side note: can we consult the mayor about this? I have some v important plans for the city, people.) The majority of dudes who hit up this bar work in business which Im sure is the vague way of saying they have a business degree from some shitty school upstate (I assume). Thats titillating stuff right there. Turtle Bay is no different. They call it a grill and lounge which is really just code for getting fucked up and enduring probably married dudes hitting on you while simultaneously talking your ear off about how they used to rule at beer pong. And they say romance is dead.

2. Brother Jimmy’s

Location: Murray Hill
Type of Douchebag: The Hoboken Douchebag

I am sure other people besides Hoboken commuters hang out at this bar, but if there are, I havent met them. As far as Im concerned this is just a landing spot for people who dont actually live in the city to feel a little bit alive by getting fucked up off of blue swamp juice and waiting for their train to Jers. Because this place serves fishbowls so you know its a fucking shit show in there. This is also the type of establishment that Trump supporters frequent, or so I would imagine because I knew a girl who knew a guy who voted for Trump who loves this bar and so now it will forever be the bar for Trump supporters and Hoboken commuters. Im sure theres no connection. Godspeed to those who enter, though! 

3. 13th Step

Location: East Village
Type of Douchebag: The Frat Star Douchebag

Let me just set the scene here, K? Picture the dankest, darkest basement of your favorite frat house in college. Now think about going there as an adult and having Natty Lite spilled on your the purse you just fucking bought. Charming. As for the douchebags that populate this Satan’s den bar, I’ll just leave this here:

Jesus. So in case I wasnt being clear enough, this is a bar where 90% of its customers are dudes in a frat/want to be in a frat/think theyre still in a frat even though they graduated three years ago and the other 10% are girls who say shit like I get along better with guys. Definitely hit up this bar if you just turned 21 and/or want to feel like youre 21 again.

4. Hair Of The Dog

Location: Lower East Side
Type of Douchebag: The Shit Show Douchebag

If Midtown East is where the full-blown douchebags reside, then LES is where the young-douches-in-training hang out. And Hair of the Dog is the mecca for sloppy assholes with a drinking problem. I equate this bar to the second ring of Hell, because unless youre blackout this place is a cesspool. I have literally seen people dry humping on the floor. ON THE FLOOR. Another thing about HOTD is that time does not seem to pass here. It could be 2am or 2pm and there would still be a fuck-ton of people grinding to shitty rap music and vomiting in the bathroom sink. I say all of this like I dont frequent this den of hedonism every other Saturday because its a fun fucking time and I totally do. 

Real footage of me watching some crazy shit go down at HOTD

5. Jake’s Dilemma

Location: Upper West Side
Type of Douchebag: The Douchebag Who Doesnt Think Hes A Douchebag

This place is sort of secluded in the sense that its located in the Upper West Side and I only go there when I visit my lone friend who lives in isolation UWS and she threatens to put me in her burn book if I dont come out with her. The place itself reeks of moldy beer and people trying to reclaim their college days. But what makes this bar special is the type of douchebags who frequent it. Because its v far from civilization lower Manhattan, all the bros who hang out up there actually dont consider themselves pieces of shit. You know the type Im talking about. The kind who think theyre too mature for 13th Step and talk about this frequently as they drink Natty Lite and spill shit on the purse you just fucking bought. Thats what we’re dealing with here. I suggest only going to this bar if you can tolerate high levels of bullshit. Think Spencer Pratt trying to sell you on the healing powers of crystals bullshit. 

6. The Frying Pan

Location: Chelsea
Type of Douchebag: The Wannabe Yacht Owner Douchebag

I want to like The Frying Pan, I do. On paper its got everything: the ideal outdoor setting, the view of Jersey (?), and the potential for my photos to get a ton of Instagram likes. Its a basic bitch’s boats and hoes dream. But I just cannot with the patrons there. The guys are decked out in clearance section J.Crew (ew) and I have seen multiple girls on multiple occasions wearing pearls. Unironically. And on too many separate occasions for it to be considered a coincidence. The vibe they’re trying very hard for is old Southern moneyand as someone born and raised in the South let me just say, they are not. Go to this bar if you want to deal with bros from Jersey fronting like theyre Jay fucking Gatsby.  But also, like, Ill do anything for the Insta so you will def see me there come summer. 

7. Brass Monkey

Location: Meatpacking
Type of Douche: The Rich AF Foreign Douchebag

Ah, the Meatpacking district. The place where I take the best Instagram pics at the price of having to socialize with douchebags wearing gold chains. Its got a very European vibe to it in the sense that your wallet will 100% be stolen by the end of the night and youll def get hit on by a Saudi Arabian prince (or so he claims) who wants to buy you a drink for the evening. That being said, Brass Monkey is trendy AF with a bangin rooftop that will def be the background of your new profile picture. The only catch is the douchebags youll have to put up with throughout the night who feign a language barrier every time you say the words “GTFO of my face.” Think Jean-Ralphio but with less class and more money.

8. Houston Hall

Location: West Village
Type of Douchebag: The DTF Douchebag
I will always have a soft spot in my heart for Houston Hall. Located in the heart of the West Village, its douchey AF with a mix of fratty young professionals and NYU students with really good fakes. How do I know this? Because after consuming a few very hefty mugs of beer I may or may not have taken home a 19-year-old lacrosse player. Sadly, he had to return to school to finish his senior year otherwise Im sure it would have turned into a promising Snapchat relationship v epic love story. Which brings me to my other point, people at this bar are DTF for reals.

On the surface it doesnt seem like that kind of place, considering its a giant beer hall that quietly plays Top 40 hits and its standard patronage is white dudes in khakis, but dont let its outer appearance fool you. It could be the massive beers or the fact that you have to fight gladiator-style through a large crowd for said beers, but theres a sense of camaraderie there that you won’t find in other douchebag dens bars. It’s kind of like a middle school dance, except instead of awkwardly grinding to a Chris Brown song youre awkwardly trying to eye fuck the hottie in Patagonia pullover while suggestively sipping a large amount of beer. And it works like an obvious ploy to get laid a charm. Seriously, though, every time I go there someone in my friend group lands themselves a fuckboy for the evening and that is a beautiful, beautiful thing.
 

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