They’re calling it the Harbauwl this year. True story
The problem with throwing a Super Bowl party in Brooklyn apartments is one of simple logistics: it requires space you don’t have. Even if your Bushwick loft does have the capacity to host a couple dozen drunks and a fifteen-foot hoagie, chances are you and your nine roommates haven’t gone in for basic cable, and maybe even a couple of them loathe sports and the average loud, loyal football fan. You’ve already shelled out to learn about football, so what do you do to keep your investment from being a waste? As with so many Brooklyn conundrums, where-to-watch-the-Super-Bowl is a question best answered with a trip to the bar. Here’s a list of spots showing the Big Game. (more…)
They don’t have this in July. Flickr photo via beau-dog.
Summer in the city gets a lotmore love than winter, some of it deserved, some not. Winter doesn’t have the free concerts, Shakespeare in the Park, and the general opportunity to make any event fun by the addition of the word “outside.” But summer doesn’t have snow, when the city becomes oddly, deliciously quiet and the only sounds are millions of people gradually unclenching knotted shoulders. There’s a better world out there than the one of winter boyfriends. Some suggestions on how to enjoy it:
Just a couple of years ago, Matt Gross had the best job in the known universe. The New York Times sent him to pinch pennies the world over as its Frugal Traveler columnist. (OK, second best job after the “Really Expensive Traveler” gig.) Now he’s cashed in his drachmas for diaper duty, and lives in Boerum Hill with his wife Jean and daughter Sasha, blogging at DadWagon and hosting fatherhood-themed readings once a month at Pacific Standard. There’s one tomorrow night, where you can find out what literary breeders get up to while their wives are up to no good. But first, some cheapskate tips from the dudes of DadWagon: (more…)
March cray-ness. Blackbirds taking it all the way!
March Madness is here, and you can just smell it in the air (“it” of course, refers to the smell of fear sweat rising off the nation’s children as they get their first exposure to Ernie doll come to life, Dick Vitale). If you don’t have an office job, you’re going to want to get the tournament off to the right start and pretend to desperately care about Southern Miss versus Kansas State. So why not check out any one of these five bars that open before the noon tipoff today and tomorrow and have glorious, glorious television? Also, Duke sucks. (more…)
You’ve been there before: unable to work at home, you pop in to the local coffee shop to soak up the wifi and get yourself focused with a cup of joe. The next thing you know, you’re on your third cup, you’ve got the shakes and somehow still aren’t done working. You’ve got to take the edge off somehow, but still don’t want to go home. What’s a girl to do? Fortunately for you, Brooklyn is home to bars that offer wifi AND open early enough to get you back in balance. Happy hour, here you come! (more…)
As you well know, trivia nights are among Brooklyn’s favorite free events. They represent the ascendency of the meritocracy, where your big juicy brains conquer free drinks while your muscle-bound competitors are left dribbling a basketball in the corner. So in addition to bragging about knowing Sting’s real name, why not show off by knowing the more … exciting bits, the erotic esoteria if you will? The folks at Babeland are taking over Pacific Standard’s weekly trivia night on July 10 to bring a sexful new twist. (more…)
This is the latest entry in our series on the venues featured in the Brokelyn Beer Book. Pacific Standard in Park Slope is the bar for all your indoor, rainy-weekend needs: big-screen basketball, board games, Sunday night pub quiz.