Recently got a sneak peek at the third incarnation of the self-proclaimed Cadillac of dive bars, the 7th Haven, and I have to say, “dive-y” is kind of a stretch. Though I wouldn’t recommend it, you could probably eat off the floors – they’re that spic-and-span – and the whole place has that lumberyard-fresh, new-house smell. Nightflies are invited to see (and take a whiff) for themselves on Friday, when the Haven reopens for the 15th time.
The cleanliness, the aromatic scent of Lemon Pledge and liquor, the thrill of a new hangout on West 7th Street – they’re all good reasons to hit the Haven. But the real attraction is going to be the rooftop patio. True, the view won’t be of the Manhattan skyline – or even the Aledo “skyline” – but there’s just something about having cocktails and knowing that at any minute you can launch an annoying friend over a railing and into orbit. Not that we’re recommending that! No, no. I’m just sayin’. Anyway, troublemakers and lady-killers, consider yourselves put on notice: Co-owners Jimmy Moore and Stacey Prince’s slice of New York City’s Lower East Side will suffer, in no particular order, drunks, hipsters, retirees, yuppies, the occasional vagrant, and college kids but not folks who’d rather be seen than do some seein’. As long as you have your party pants on at all times, you’ll be fine.
At this point in the story, we’d direct you to the bar’s web site – if only there were one.
