Anyway, there I was dragging my sorry ass through Saturday's deathly heat, beloved wife at my side, when we saw the following written in chalk just outside the bar: "Dogs welcome." As People of the Dog, we're always on the lookout for canine-friendly places (you know, "No dogs, No Irish..."), so my suggestion of "a quick beer" was met with enthusiastic approval (it also didn't hurt that we could hear a Mountain Goats song wafting out into the street).
As we sat down at the classic, unfussy wooden bar a Waylon Jennings song came on (two for two!). I went down to check out the 20 beers on tap and was happy to see nothing but small American and good German, all for $5 a pint. They also do pitchers, which is amazing, and buckets of PBR, along with absolute vats of Genny Cream Ale for little-to-no money, so if you just wanna get shitfucked on cheap cold beer, that's available to you. But for me, having the choice of 20 thoughtfully curated drafts without any of the pretension of the "Brooklyn beer bar" (I'm looking at you Spuyten Duyvil) is fantastic.
So we ordered (me, a Lagunitas Pilsner, she, a Kolsch) and a Fall song came on (seriously, the house playlist is brilliant, as is the jukebox), and we began to take a look around: Oh hey, what's that in the corner? A stand-up shuffleboard table! And look, at the back... A huge garden lit with gorgeous lanterns, where you can smoke if you want to... SERIOUSLY, THIS BAR IS PERFECT.
It's so perfect that we stayed for three hours longer than we'd intended to — but every time we tried to leave, either one of our favorite songs came on or the bartender got us a buyback round, so what are you supposed to do when that happens!? RIGHT!?
I LOVE YOU LUCKY DOG
P.S. They also have a cheese/meat plate, but we made do with Fritos and Utz.