“During quiet times at Snafu, workmates lounge in plush chairs beside velvet curtains and antique mirrors then head downstairs to a low-ceilinged adjunct space for a game of electronic poker, eight ball or Golden Tee. It’s a serene scene: Wooden floors and the bar top are rustically splintered; earthy maroon walls evoke an Anthropologie store. That’s the ’situation normal’ part. But when celebratory bankers from the nearby JP Morgan building arrive en masse, the ‘all F’d up’ part comes into play: A pole holding track lights becomes a steadying device for high-heeled women dancing on the bar to Prince and Foreigner while their male counterparts do Irish car bombs off the navels of bar vixens clad in denim miniskirts.”

NYMag review of Snafu, (127 E. 47th St., btwn Lex & 3rd)