holy déjà vu. I went to this venue *years* ago when it was Mediterranean themed, with the same awkward table in the entrance.
I must say: 1948 West 25th Street has aged well.
This large, two-story bar has managed to avoid half-abandoned venue territory... while also avoiding the opposite evil: sweaty, crowded meat market. Instead, it was a nice mixed crowd enjoying beer, cocktails, indie music, sports, and conversation. Two thumbs up.