Upstairs, a DJ spins slick 30-second samples of Top 40 hits to a dance floor underpopulated by self-conscious bump-n-grinders. On a weekend night, the 2-floor saloon is packed with youths just getting their start in the Big Apple. It’s that kind of straightforward peacocking that will win over the turtle man or lady of your dreams, so grab a crisp brewski and let your Vineyard Vines do the talking. In case there was any doubt about ol’ TB’s wingmanning potential, patrons are greeted by a sign that reads “Number One Hookup Bar in NYC” upon entering. TURTLE BAY: If Westchester bros fresh off Metro-North sound like your kind of company, make haste to Turtle Bay, the bar that screams “Midtown!” all the way to Grand Central.
