In theory I am a fan of the happy hour, but in practice it tends to disappoint. The offerings end up being cheap well drinks, giant margaritas that resemble sno-cones more than drinks, and greasy, luke-warm chicken wings. Lure Fish Bar's happy hour is the antidote to the otherwise bleak bar landscape that exists between the hours of 5 and 7 on weekdays.
Zenia and I stopped by Lure one day a few years back, and for some reason it was closed at the time, but the hostess implored us to return for happy hour, she whispered to us that it was really great. A few days later we followed her advice, and were certainly glad that we had.
First of all, the setting just feels plush and civilized, like the yacht of a sophisticated Italian bon vivant. This alone puts me in a good mood. There's no angling for a bar stool, no waiting patiently yet futilely for the bartender to notice that you are in need of a drink, no fighting off sweaty men in blue button down shirts sans tie. It is the kind of place where you can have a conversation unimpeded by noise or unwanted interruptions.


142 Mercer Street (across Mercer from the Mercer Hotel).
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