Your apartment’s a no-go for Sunday (turns out, that floor-to-waterbed renovation is running both over budget and over schedule). What you’ll do: cancel the 21-foot falafel, inform your doorman he’s off bartending duty and take the party on the road. Below: six spots that’ll still deliver the comforts and delicacies you require.
You Require: A screen that’s larger than an offensive tackle.
You’ll Receive: A drop-down, 10-by-10-foot projection of the game, a steady stream of
Cantonese Chicken Wings and an introduction to the PBLT. The PB stands for pork belly.
We’ll leave the LT as a surprise.
You Require: The same comfortable, lip-shaped leather couches you’re accustomed to at home.
You’ll Receive: Well, exactly that. Also, buckets filled with beer, popcorn and nachos. Though the latter will come on a plate without some serious convincing.
You Require: A screen you can see from outer space. Or at least the back corner of the
bar.
You’ll Receive: The game displayed on the side of a building and the commentary piped
directly into the restaurant. Which will appropriately serve Coal Fired Pittsburgh Cheesesteak
Pizza and Wisconsin Mac. You’ll take both and the over.
You Require: The stark contrast of watching the most popular sport in the country while
playing the most popular sport among plumbers.
You’ll Receive: Bowling shoes. Which you should use when picking up a 7-10 while watching
the game. And when making the short walk back and forth to the bar for Bourbon and Nutella Shakes.
You Require: A crowd of astute football fans, certified cougars and an in-depth discussion
of the zone blitz with Woody Allen.
You’ll Receive: The type of old-school New York bar where the drinks come sans umbrella,
the halftime entertainment is live jazz and the regulars are still wowed by the forward pass.
You Require: A whole suckling pig, served proper. Which means stuffed and on fine bone
china.
You’ll Receive: The French version of the American sports bar. Which means pints of
Kronenbourg, Duck Wings to go along with your swine and a complete absence of framed Derek Jeter
jerseys.
