Monday night I turned 32 years old and got kicked out of a bar for the first time in so many years that I was surely a didn’t-know-better 20-something the last time it happened. To make it worse, it was Hank’s, my local musty dive where the bar for getting kicked out is so high I’ve seen blasted regulars limbo under it while shadowboxing the voices in their heads. Yet Monday, a spilled drink escalated into a shouting match with the bartender which escalated into the throwing of water and mad accusations about tipping, and then the ol’ angry 86. Demerit badge achieved! (more…)
Oh Jesse Pinkman: you were just a humble meth using high school dropout until some teacher came back into your life and forced you to apply yourself. As the world reels from last night’s Breaking Bad finale, the NY Post’s Kate Briquelet spotted this yarn bombing in Bed-Stuy at the corner of Dekalb and Spencer. A search shows that a local designer London Kaye O’Donnell is responsible, according to this DNA.info story, who also did the BB logo on a subway entrance. Now, someone stitch up a tribute to Badger’s Star Trek script, please.
What it is: An intimate little tavern on the edge of Park Slope with a fine cocktail menu, friendly staff and excellent jukebox.
Why we love it: The owners Michael and Ann are so cool you’ll want to become their third partner. The brick-lined space is a great place to meet your neighbors or catch up with old friends. It’s one of those bars you won’t feel like an outcast if you just want to bring a book and read. (more…)
387 Myrtle Ave. (between Vanderbilt and Clermont)
What is it: A North- American-fare-centric sister bistro to Chez Oskar, with quirky vintage decor and an emphasis on TV viewing parties.
Why we love it: The funky inside is complemented by a tree-shrouded backyard, where the bar occasionally hosts musical events. The menu offers a mix to appeal to all palates: its famous Duck Poutine (shredded duck confit with cheese curd, gravy and handcut fries) for meat-eaters; a garbanzo burger (with chickpeas, cilantro, oregano, garlic and shallots) for veggies.
What is it: A gastronomic tavern and wine bar for the “established palate,” with an emphasis on local, seasonal food and good beer, with homemade bread and an old-school sausage machine.
Why we love it: The rustic farmhouse vibe of the Flatbush Farm restaurant makes for great dining at brunch or dinner; the huge, tree-covered backyard at the adjacent Bar(n) provides ample space to spread out with your crew in night or day. (more…)
While One Direction draws legions of tweens who’ve never been to Brooklyn before to mob Barclays Center for the MTV Video Music Awards on Sunday, the rest of us actual music fans will be 1.7 miles down the street, having actual fun listening to actual music at Brokelyn’s I Wanted My MTV party. You already know we’re going to be showing classic music vids, playing games like Remote Control and the Duran Duran game, singing karaoke and much more. But what about the drinks, you say? The talented staff of Last Exit has whipped up some a special MTV-themed cocktail menu, just for the occasion! (more…)
Tired of the Storm Stoopers hassling your good vibes? Vote anyone for mayor!
Is this finally the year we as a city throw off the shackles of silly drinking policies and liberate our stoops? If you made it to the end of last night’s Democratic mayoral primary debate without drinking yourself into a stupor, you caught moderator Errol Louis lob a question near and dear to our own hearts: “should people be able to drink a beer on their stoops?” To which every candidate — except for the religious Erick Salgado — responded “YES!” Oh, and Anthony Weiner said you should be able to drink one on the beaches and in the parks too, which is a position we agree with, but fuck that guy. (more…)
Science, the bane of rednecks everywhere, has now found out which beers are most likely to send you to the emergency room. To keep your medical bills low, science recommends thinking twice before purchasing/consuming the following: Budweiser, Steel Reserve, Colt 45, Bud Ice and Bud Light, all of which are items you should have thought twice about buying anyway*.
Mind you, statistics also show that 1/3 of all visits to the emergency room are alcohol related. Consider that with all those marijuana related emergency room visits and you can see once and for all why one is legal and not the other. In other news, they still make Bud Ice, eh? (more…)
The MTV Video Music Awards are in Brooklyn for the first time this weekend, and this makes us laugh, mainly while thinking of the Kim Kardashians and their faux-celebrity teevee ilk will walking down a street largely known these days as a very public restroom. MTV hasn’t been cool in ages, and the network holding its seminal event in the capital of cool surely will include some cloying attempt at honoring BK’s music history (leave Adam Yauch alone!).
You could take out some of your aggression by launching water balloons full of mayonnaise off your roof with dreams of soaking Chris Brown; OR you could come party with us as we celebrate the golden age of MTV, with ACTUAL VIDEOS! We’re hosting a big, FREE party called I Wanted My MTV down the road at Last Exit on Sunday, featuring lots of relics of MTV’s glory days. Details below: (more…)
David Rakoff, the New York-based author, performer, This American Lifer and savvy essayist, died a year ago today at the age of 47 after a long battle with cancer. Rakoff didn’t live in Brooklyn at the time of his death, but he did spend some time here, which is good enough reason to bring attention back to one of Rakoff’s best performances. In this riff on Rent, Rakoff takes aim at the central pretense of the musical, which proffers that “hanging out” “second hand clothes” or a “melancholic nature,” somehow make you an artist. Get the full bit below: (more…)