The Sunburnt Calf
(611 Vanderbilt Ave, Prospect Heights)
The good-looking, good-timey Aussies at this new-ish outpost will greet you with a shot of passionfruit-infused tequila, keep the bottomless brunch drinks flowing, and expound enthusiastically about the kung fu movie clips on permanent loop behind the bar. They make enabling into an art form. (Photos by Crystal Gwyn)
Runner Up: Bar 718
(718 Fifth Ave, South Slope)
It’s not that convenient for us to go to Bar 718; every time we try to get home, we pass out on the bus and the driver yells at us. So why do we keep coming back? Lots of reasons: the cozy interior, the random artsy movies silently projected huge on the wall, the kindness of the patrons. (Last time we were there, somebody was giving out back massages.) But most of all, it’s the friendliness of the bartenders, who always make us feel like members of a community of tipplers, especially that cheerful long-haired fella who always remembers our drink, even though we can’t remember his name (because he tells us when we’re drunk!).