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Bucks Lodge Atlantic between Henry & Clinton
Mullane’s Lafayette between S. Portland and S. Oxford
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Bucks Lodge seems to be gunning pretty hard for the Floyd NYC crowd. Just re-opened in the old Soju space — same owners, though— it’s got sort of a ‘70s kitsch-Western-game-night theme. Imagine if Welcome to the Johnson’s and Lobo had a kid. There are peanuts in barrels (shells on the floor, y’all!), rumpus room couches, and a promise that Big Buck Hunter, a jukebox, and a 6-foot putting green are on the way. Seriously, they just opened — me and the guy leasing the jukebox were the only people in there. They’ve got $1.50 Schlitz at happy hour, your normal assortment of overpriced, cutesy specialty drinks (Daisy Puke, anyone?), darts, the requisite deer head, and a decent-sized outdoor chit-chat/smoking area. Weeknight theme evenings such as “Whiskey Tuesdays” and “Cowgirl Thursdays” should play well with the locals, and their proximity to the Chip Shop is a definite plus. Bucks Lodge is the kind of place that would be lost in the bar glut of the LES or East Village, but could do really well among the neighborhoody spots in Cobble Hill. I guess we’ll have to wait and see if they come through with the Big Buck Hunter.
Mullane’s, a new Irish/sports bar in Fort Greene can, at first, have a kind of Bennigan’s vibe that belies the coolness of the place. I’m not entirely sure what causes it. It might be the bar menu, which is definitely a classic bar/“casual dining” menu. Maybe it’s the TVs: two flat screens and two unflat, mounted above the bar and usually tuned to sports. It’s definitely not the décor — the high ceilings, funky chandeliers, exposed brick, and wood make it feel warm but airy. Come to think of it, it might be the fact that instead of just paying the bartender, they print out a little receipt for you from a computer. Whatever, I don’t know. The point is Mullane’s is a really nice little spot. The crowd is an unusual mix of yuppies, cool kids, hip parents and actual adults. Happy hour is $2 off well and draught drinks, there’s plenty of seating, and the food isn’t overpriced. It’s nothing groundbreaking, but cozy little local spots usually end up being the best bars in the long run.
Bucks Lodge Atlantic between Henry & Clinton
Mullane’s Lafayette between S. Portland and S. Oxford
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Bucks Lodge seems to be gunning pretty hard for the Floyd NYC crowd. Just re-opened in the old Soju space — same owners, though— it’s got sort of a ‘70s kitsch-Western-game-night theme. Imagine if Welcome to the Johnson’s and Lobo had a kid. There are peanuts in barrels (shells on the floor, y’all!), rumpus room couches, and a promise that Big Buck Hunter, a jukebox, and a 6-foot putting green are on the way. Seriously, they just opened — me and the guy leasing the jukebox were the only people in there. They’ve got $1.50 Schlitz at happy hour, your normal assortment of overpriced, cutesy specialty drinks (Daisy Puke, anyone?), darts, the requisite deer head, and a decent-sized outdoor chit-chat/smoking area. Weeknight theme evenings such as “Whiskey Tuesdays” and “Cowgirl Thursdays” should play well with the locals, and their proximity to the Chip Shop is a definite plus. Bucks Lodge is the kind of place that would be lost in the bar glut of the LES or East Village, but could do really well among the neighborhoody spots in Cobble Hill. I guess we’ll have to wait and see if they come through with the Big Buck Hunter.
Mullane’s, a new Irish/sports bar in Fort Greene can, at first, have a kind of Bennigan’s vibe that belies the coolness of the place. I’m not entirely sure what causes it. It might be the bar menu, which is definitely a classic bar/“casual dining” menu. Maybe it’s the TVs: two flat screens and two unflat, mounted above the bar and usually tuned to sports. It’s definitely not the décor — the high ceilings, funky chandeliers, exposed brick, and wood make it feel warm but airy. Come to think of it, it might be the fact that instead of just paying the bartender, they print out a little receipt for you from a computer. Whatever, I don’t know. The point is Mullane’s is a really nice little spot. The crowd is an unusual mix of yuppies, cool kids, hip parents and actual adults. Happy hour is $2 off well and draught drinks, there’s plenty of seating, and the food isn’t overpriced. It’s nothing groundbreaking, but cozy little local spots usually end up being the best bars in the long run.
