Tinsel

Think of Tinsel in Midtown Village as the bar manifestation of your drunk uncle who rocks a Christmas lights sweater at the dinner table—it's a festive sh*t show. Someone might be passed out in the holiday throne. You'll wait 10 minutes for a drink that contains more sugar than alcohol. Club rats and retirees from Charleston rip shots of butterscotch schnapps and orange juice before posing with a seven-foot Santa cut-out. Just know nobody will be dancing at this Christmas pop-up bar, since the music consists of random sleigh bell sounds over air horns. Bring cash for the $10 cover charge or use the ATM next door at Finn McCools.