Nobody's Perfect

At Nobody’s Perfect, expectations are checked at the door—it’s a bar where drinks arrive quickly and the cocktails hit harder than the neon sign outside. Tucked between Midtown’s shuffle and the Hudson’s glare, the place sits at 500 W 43rd St, New York, NY 10036, a block where theater crowds and late-shift workers overlap like overlapping ice cubes. Fast service isn’t a promise; it’s the default tempo, and the taps pour beer before the first round of cocktails lands on the bar rail. Food slides in alongside the drinks, greasy spoons defrosting next to craft pours—no menu philosophy, just fuel that shows up when you do. Happy hour is less a ritual and more a law of the land: spend five minutes here and the glasses start to crowd the coasters faster than subway announcements. Hard liquor lines the back bar like soldiers at attention, flanked by shelves that also carry wine if you prefer a quieter rebellion. They keep a restroom tucked where you won’t need a treasure map to find it, which in Manhattan counts as a public service. Dine-in tables fill the floor plan like Tetris blocks, yet elbow room stays surprisingly generous for this zip code. Dial 212-768-0007 to map your route—the directions are short enough that walking beats circling for parking.