Nevada Smiths (CLOSED)

Forced out of its original East Village location due to luxury-condo development (about as surprising as a LiLo mugshot), this soccer-fan watering hole reopens just a block down from where it started. Spiffed up compared with its old digs, the hooligan dive has transformed into a four-level ode to footy, with 40 flatscreens, walls lined with signed jerseys and a tiled mural boasting the bar's motto, "Where Football Is Religion." A duo of bars tap more than 30 craft brews (Goose Island, Spaten, Boddingtons), with a separate wine bar pouring European selections. Along with a VIP room and DJ booths, the megapub also offers a menu of upscale bar bites: jumbo shrimp cocktail with tomato chutney; mini lump crab cakes with chipotle mayo; and corned-beef chimichangas with Russian rémoulade. A pizza oven sling pies, while a classic Irish breakfast (a nod to owner Patrick "Paddy" McCarthy's hometown of Cork) is served on weekends, in case you want to cheer on your Rooneys and Ronaldos over Sunday-morning blood sausage and Guinness.