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Happy Hour at Bobo

In the West Village, new happy hours are popping up everywhere. Bobo, a restaurant and bar situated in a historic townhouse on 10th Street, has begun offering a happy-hour special with steep discounts on both food and drinks.

On weekdays from 5 to 7 p.m., beers (Kronenbourg Pale Lager, Captain Lawrence Pale Ale) and glasses of red (Zonin Montepulciano d’Abruzzo), white (Terra Noble Sauvignon Blanc), and rosé (Bedell Taste Rosé) wine are $5. And when you order two dishes off the bar menu, you get a third one on the house. The restaurant’s outdoor garden is not open for the season yet, but you can rack up happy-hour drinks at the bar or in the quirkily decorated den.

 

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Happy Hour at The Magician

Nobody really knows what’s so magical about the Magician. Indeed, the dim lighting and cool-kid playlist make the drinkery seem a whole lot like every other Lower East Side bar.

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But on a recent weeknight, the atmosphere felt laid-back and the music wasn’t blaring — you could actually have a conversation in the Magician (118 Rivington Street), and the happy-hour specials will certainly get you talking.

Beers cost from $2 to $3. For wines and well drinks, you’ll only shell out three clams, and everything else starts at a mere $4 until 8 p.m.

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Happy Hour at Pig ‘n’ Whistle Times Square

If your idea of an Irish pub is a bro-filled bar blasting European house music, look no further than Pig ‘n’ Whistle Times Square.

This watering hole, despite its flaws (frattiness, noisiness, frattiness …), has an interesting history and a sort of rough charm that just couldn’t be sterilized by the nearby Disney store.

On a recent evening, for example, a young, drunk patron offered to teach this reporter Irish swear words for free — so it’s clearly one of the better places to drink in that area.

The Pig ‘n’ Whisle (145 West 47th Street) used to be in the Rockefeller Center, in the Old Townhouse of President Taft. Due to great bar food and Gallic good humor, so the story goes, the place became “the meeting place for New York’s literary and banking elite.”

Much more important, though: For an overpriced, touristy part of town, the venue offers competitive happy-hour specials — $5 Budweisers and chandonnays from 4 to 7 p.m.

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This Week’s Specials: Booze, Brains, and Balls

And now, a look back at what was on the menu here at Fork in the Road this week.

Use your noggin.
Use your noggin.

Robert Sietsema slurps stews in this week’s 10 Best Soups in NYC. From borscht to matzo balls, he offers up the city’s tastiest picks.

Lauren Shockey tells you what kind of booze to buy in her holiday gift guide. Check out Shockey’s extensive list — and learn what to buy the alcoholics in your life.

Sparkletinis taste like a Four Loko-champagne mash-up. Spoiler: $8 faux bubbly is as bad as it sounds.

Lauren Bloomberg savors sufganiyot, a Hanukkah jelly donut of sorts, at Mile End.

Fork in the Road’s bloggers list their favorite New York dim sum spots, in Shockey’s weekly Tuesday Toasts feature.

Bad brains? Sietsema snacks on a beefy gray-matter sandwich in Bay Ridge.

Balls taste great — when made of pork!

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Happy Hour at Desmond’s Tavern: $4 Cosmos

Sometimes, you’ll wet your whistle on Friday afternoon to celebrate a happy week at the office. Far more frequently, however, there are those other Fridays: when you throw back more than a few, hoping that cheap booze will heal your work-wounded soul. 
Desmond’s Tavern caters to the latter — in the best of ways. From 3 to 7 p.m., the bar features $4 cosmopolitans and kamikazes;
 $8 beer-and-shot combos; $3 20-ounce PBRs; $9 PBR pitchers; and
 $11 Yuengling pitchers.
The watering hole also serves up traditional Irish pub food.
And if liquor doesn’t lift your spirits, Desmond’s has live music on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings.
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Special’s Sad Portrait of Delusion, For the Jackass Set

That superhero triumphalism continues to dominate Hollywood is a peculiar trend in our pop-cultural history, but it makes the trickle down into character-driven, low-budget Sundance indies almost inevitable. In Special, a meek meter reader with fanboy proclivities (Michael Rappaport) enrolls in a clinical trial for an experimental anti-depressant, after which he develops powers like levitation, ESP, and the ability to pass through walls. With his newfound self-confidence, he dons a homemade costume and preemptively tackles evildoers while they’re still scheming in their heads, but could this cat simply be missing a couple marbles? In the first act alone, writer-directors Hal Haberman and Jeremy Passmore give up their “Is he or isn’t he?” game by showing us a sane observer’s point of view—yes, this pathetic nut is swimming on the floor, not hovering inches above. All that’s left then is a miserablist analogue to M. Night Shyamalan’s Unbreakable, a sad portrait of paranoid delusion with wipe-out stunts played for the comic wincing of Jackass. Rappaport’s befuddled sincerity has never registered so poignantly, but given its singular premise, for the film to waste an easy opportunity to satirize vigilante do-goodery and pharmaceutical dependence is, well, villainous.