Three elements created to elevate your dining and craft beer experience.

 

restaurant

Playful cuisine, beautiful build out, and 2,000 square foot garden.. just a few cool things at Death Ave.  

tap room

We've expanded! Our newly opened Tap Room is solely dedicated to craft beer and our greek pizzas.                          

brewery

We make all of our craft beers in house. Brewed to perfection and served up on a silver platter, well chalice but you get it.


 

Death Ave a playful Hellenic inspired cusine and cask cocktail program. The menus also features many classic American dishes but with a light Greek undertone. The edgy name is historic name and we are paying homage to the history of the neighborhood that we are growing roots in. Our establishment is intimate and features a gorgeous 2000 square foot private garden patio. We push the envelop at Death Ave by making cleverly working Hellenic flavours, ingredients and cooking techniques into new dishes and drinks. From cocktails to dessert we take great pride in providing great product and service to our patrons. 

RELAX... IT'S JUST A NAME. here's THE hISTORY

In 1846, directly in front of our current location, the Hudson River Railroad negotiated a charter with the city to run tracks on an irregular route down 10th Avenue to a freight terminal at Beach and Hudson Streets and then to a final stop at Chambers Street. The trains were sometimes several blocks long, interfering with crossing traffic and pedestrian deaths along the way became fairly common. The New York World referred to the West Side route as Death Avenue in 1892, saying 'many had been sacrificed' to 'a monster which has menaced them night and day.' The Bureau of Municipal Research, a private reform organization, said in a report issued in 1908 that over 56 years, 436 people had been killed on the line. The railroad offered to move the tracks along the river, but that never happened. In 1941, train service finally ended. The New York Herald Tribune reported that the last horse to make the trip was Cyclone, ridden by George Hayden, who wore a 10-gallon hat for the occasion. Death Avenue, after a century, was dead and the High Line was born.

 
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