The Grayson

When a friend describes how you spend your Sundays as “black hole time,” you usually just tell them there’s nothing wrong with having a hobby. But after a day watching sports at The Grayson, you’ll understand where they’re coming from. This narrow East Village bar doesn’t get much natural light, and it has so many TVs playing so many games that time begins to feel like it stops with each challenge flag and TV timeout. It doesn’t, though, and you’ll leave with very little sense for where the last eight hours went, besides a vague memory of commiserating with someone who might’ve been wearing a hat, and two or three half-price burgers.