August in Hell The Watering Holes of Hell’s Kitchen Written by Kristina Weise

On September 22, 1881 a New York Times article covered a story on multiple murders in the west side neighborhood that stretches from 34th Street to 59th, and 8th Avenue to the Hudson River. He referred to this radius as “Hell’s Kitchen” followed with “probably the lowest and filthiest in the city.” Oh how times have changed.

This past Friday and Saturday night I ventured into Hell’s Kitchen to see what was cooking in the neighborhood that I tend to neglect. During the summer I tend to get caught up in the tangible energy that permeates from the Village, SoHo, and Chelsea, but after this weekend, Hell’s Kitchen has my full attention.

My friends and I started out at Coppersmith’s for their Friday happy hour special starting at high noon till 7 P.M. featuring $3.50 domestic drafts and $4 well drinks. This is the perfect combination to ignite a Friday night fire. Coppersmith’s is more of a sports bar, boasting ten TV’s, but if you want to be in a friendly and accommodating atmosphere without spending a fortune, this bar is a great beginning to your night of destined debauchery.

Fusion courtesy River Architects

So a few rounds and wings later, I am making my way to Fusion located on 10th Avenue. Fusion uses an array of primary colors along the walls. Bright reds and blues set the somewhat swanky, but very relaxing mood. The patrons range from the typical looking hipsters to urban-flared fellows, but everyone seems to be having a great time. Fusion has an impressive drink menu that attempts to stifle the summer heat. I tried a delicious mojito while my friends had not one, but two apple martinis claiming that the one-avenue walk over made them extra thirsty.

Next we were off to the Russian Vodka Room in hopes that one of their ice-cold vodka shots could help lower our temperatures. With over 50 vodkas to choose from, you might be there for a while, but I would suggest the peach house infused. It was so amazing that you tend to forget the stiffness of the drink and so much more by the end of the night. The Russian Vodka Room was crowded, but the patrons and staff were very cool and attentive. There was a moment later on in the evening where I swore I was drinking only juice, but by the time I woke up the next morning, I was swearing at myself for attempting to polish off an entire carafe by myself.

Like most parts of New York City, Hell’s Kitchen caters to everyone. I was surprised to see how youthful and lively this section has become. Hell’s Kitchen serves a recipe for success and it is totally worth going back for seconds.

Other bars of interest that we didn’t have the sobriety to attend: Social, Rudy’s, Disiac.