Howl At The Moon

If you don't dig blatant innuendo and hearing Billy Joel songs shouted every ten minutes, then Midtown's Howl At The Moon probably isn't for you - just stay at Lola's where you belong. But if you don't mind mingling with college kids and pockets of nouveau-yuppies literally drinking buckets of Long Island Iced Teas, then by all means stay a spell. Howl At The Moon dishes out one hell of a dueling piano show with a profane yet affable charm, calling out the sheepish boys in the crowd while also championing the pink-thonged throngs sipping girlie drinks up front. HATM is a national chain, but each location takes on the vibe its surroundings, meaning you will hear plenty of ZZ Top and the stray Geto Boys joint deep in the heart of Midtown.