Here is what they are saying about The Black Sheep…
New York Magazine:
In 1848, lore has it a number of Irish men were caught stealing Great Britain’s only healthy black sheep. Queen Victoria ordered the men punished for treason, but following one man’s wise promise to “never get caught again,” the men were released, and one of them moved to the U.S. and opened a bar called Black Sheep. Now, content young urbanites who know nothing of animal slaughter outside of PETA ads trek from all over Manhattan, Long Island and Jersey to this bi-level bar for after-work drinks or some robust bar food as part of their Saturday night pub crawl. The bar’s brass-and-copper ceilings lend a cozy feel which continues upstairs with exposed brick and a non functioning fireplace lit up by a cozy simu-fire. While calm predominates for most dinner and happy hours, the bar gets packed with a livelier, badder dancing crowd.
The bar at this new Murray Hill Irish pub is decorated with 25,000 pennies – think of all the good luck they’ve got! You are going to need it when contemplating the Black Sheep’s selection of thirty-five beers and a hundred frozen drinks, or when your rugby team (which you can watch on one of their four TVs) is losing.
The Black Sheep distinguishes itself from the Midtown pub herd with a look that’s a mix of sports-bar butch and ornate kitsch. Ten TVs ensure pint-lovers won’t miss a punt, while the 35 kinds of beer get sampled at the penny-bedecked bar or at booths covered in a red leaf-patterned fabric straight out of “Country Living.” The menu includes pub fare–burgers, steaks and shepherds pie–and even a portabella lasagna for those black sheep known as “vegetarians.”