Bar Great Harry
280 Smith Street (Corner of Sackett)
What it is: A divey oasis from sometimes scene-y Smith Street with a constant rotation of tasty brews on tap and strong (non-artisanal) drinks.
Why we love it: Bukowski would drink at BGH if he was a 30-something writer living in Brooklyn in 2013. Plentiful seating options, free wi-fi, and a long happy hour (2pm-7pm) provides a boozy alternative to Starbucks for neighborhood freelancers. In addition to about 20 drafts, a hand-pump cask, and whole mess of micro-brew bottles, they also have a selection of cheap-o cans to switch to after a few high APV pints if you’re in it for the long haul. (more…)
Moving, be it from out of state or while you’re already living here, can be a real pain. What makes Brooklyn’s neighborhoods different from each other, aside from different levels of being expensive? We’ve got people who’ve lived all over this borough and are more than happy to share their insider neighborhood knowledge with you. Today we take a trip to land of food and more food, Carroll Gardens and the Columbia Street Waterfront District. (more…)
Moving, be it from out of state or while you’re already living here, can be a real pain. What makes Brooklyn’s neighborhoods different from each other, aside from different levels of being expensive? We’ve got people who’ve lived all over this borough and are more than happy to share their insider neighborhood knowledge with you. Today we take a trip to Cobble Hill and Boerum Hill, land of grown person things. (more…)
383 Carroll Street (between Bond & Nevins)
What it is: Destination drinking spot on the shore of namesake Gowanus Canal with seasonal menu and local brews on tap.
Why we love it: Besides well-priced drafts and crafted cocktails, the multi-level yard is an outdoor drinking utopia, even in the depths of winter. Standing around the crackling fire pit with a tasty beer in hand, enjoying the company of friends old and new, that high water mark on the outdoor wall (almost 6 feet high) really makes you appreciate the heart and hard work that went into recovery after Sandy. (more…)
The Owl Farm
297 9th Street (b/t 4th and 5th Aves)
What it is: A friendly, spacious neighborhood bar that happens to have an impressive rotation of delicious alternatives to the standard drafts. No snobbery served here.
Why we love it: The tunes are always a killer blend of nostalgic, classic, and Pitchfork approved. Every Wednesday they host a Vinyl Club night where you can bring your old LPs and get in the rotation. The Owl Farm is owned by the same cats that run Bar Great Harry and Mission Dolores, so expect a familiar relaxed vibe, cheap drinks, antique pinball machines, and sick happy hour deals. Also, WORKING FIREPLACE. (more…)
249 4th Ave (between Carroll and President)
What it is: A railroad-style, tri-furcated space with a courtyard smack in the middle of the place. Reclaimed everything with a wall emblazoned with the mugshots of San Francisco’s most wanted circa 1941. Constant rotation of 20 drafts and one cask* of mostly American and many local brews.
Why we love it: They bought us all Bulliet shots when Obama and the good guys beat that turd Romney and the legitimate rape right on election night. But also, because it’s a generally awesome place to hang with cool people, there’s an always interesting list of unusual beers on tap, dogs to distract you from the boring people you’re with and it’s in stumbling proximity to tacos. (more…)
What it is: New-Brooklyn’s local bar alternative to Windsor Terrace stalwart Farrell’s across the street.
Why we love it: Two walls of the bar are windows, so the Brooklyn passing by on the street outside is part of the flow and vibe inside. It’s very meta. There’s something literary and scholarly about the buzz of conversation along communal tables and horseshoe bar. Also, burgers. Yum. (more…)
Name that Brooklyn bar. Photo courtesy of F#%king Up Everything.
For purposes of this review, I am breaking Brokelyn’s number one, OK, only editorial rule: no using the term “hipster.” This transgression is required by the fact that new off Broadway musical, F#%king Up Everything, describes itself in press materials as a “Brooklyn hipster musical.” I know… When I received the press release for the show I cringed at the the flagrant use of that word and was curious to see how many ridiculous Brooklyn clichés could possibly be packed into song and dance numbers. The answer is a lot. But that didn’t stop me from loving it. Which is basically how I feel about Brooklyn.
F#%ing Up Everything premiered last night Elektra Theater in Times Square. I was skeptical, but I didn’t hate it. In fact, I smiled and laughed along with the rest of the audience through almost the entire show with very little eye rolling. If you can’t enjoy a lighthearted musical that doesn’t take itself too seriously, uses lots of dirty sex puns and includes campy indie-rock songs about bongs, areolas, jizzing your Superman undies and pooping yourself, well then you’re just dead inside. (more…)