Up on a hill across blue parking spots at Fairleigh Dickinson University’s (FDU) College at Florham campus in Madison, there is a bar known as Vanderbilt’s. In the same way that Ted and the gang love the nonexistent MacLaren’s Pub in the Upper West Side, my friends and I love to go to Vanderbilt’s as our default bar of choice. (As a side note, if you want to see the bar that MacLaren’s is modeled after, it’s at a bar called McGee’s located in Midtown West on 55th Street between 8th Avenue and Broadway.)
Vanderbilt’s holds a special place in my heart, especially considering all I have to do is walk more or less the same distance I do to get to class in order to get a change in scenery from the luscious greenery of the former Vanderbilt and Twombly estate to see the classy Wyndham Hotel bar. Vanderbilt’s is an interesting mix of young urban professionals on a Friday and Saturday night and the football fan crowd on a Sunday afternoon when they have 99 cent wings.
When in doubt, I enjoy my Smuttynose IPA and play a rousing game of pool. When I think of Vanderbilt’s, I think of pool tables, gin, great buffalo wings, and the friendly bartenders who know my drink of choice. They have specials every night of the week, and I have always found the relaxed, low-key vibe of Vanderbilt’s to be a more economical and relaxing alternative to the bar and pseudo-club scene at Morristown.
More important the simple and welcoming atmosphere at Vanderbilt’s Sports and Spirit are the memories you will make with your friends that you bring there. Vanderbilt’s is the place I hold near and dear to me where I will always look back fondly on the heart-to-heart talks I had with my girlfriends there, talking about our college and personal lives, attempting to piece together the road map and journey of life one Samuel Adams® OctoberFest at a time. Here’s looking at the Spinach Artichoke Dip. Cheers!