Dead Rabbit Irish Bar
Two innocent guys with just a headful of dreams and stardust in their eyes. that’s who we elbowed past as we hauled out of jfk, looked around and said, “okay, new york. you’ll do.” you see, we’d already come a long way.
of course, it didn’t happen overnight. in all, it took us six years to breathe life into the phenomenon that is the dead rabbit. six years of planning and dreaming. of failing, then failing better. finally we got exactly what we wanted: three floors of welcome, with serious cocktails.
this informal ground-floor pub is our take on the great irish tradition: no-nonsense, no airs and graces.
just your honest, everyday extraordinary. craft beer. bottled punches. whiskeys – and whiskies – galore. our world-famous irish coffee and the best guinness in new york.
that’s right, we said it. is there more? course there is. fantastic food every day. on sundays, we’ve our legendary
prime rib roast. plus the live and very lively irish seisiún from 6-10pm.