About 80% of Brooklyn Skeptic is currently chilling in paradise:
This is our back yard.
But even as the sun caresses our pallid blogger-faces and the sea breeze flows across keyboards, our hearts remain nestled in Brooklyn’s bosom. So, to ease my sunshine-induced night terrors, I’ve been creating Fantasy Bar Crawls. If I could chose any five bars in walking distance of each other, where would I go?
I’m starting in South Slope, because it’s my favorite place to hang out. It’s a little out of the way, which means the crowds are smaller and they’re mostly the people who actually live in the neighborhood. Sure, I might have made up the name “South Slope,” but I’m referring to the area south of Park Slope and north of Sunset Park.
Royale: 506 5th Avenue, between 12th & 13th Street
As per an earlier analysis of this bar, Royale is the best happy hour in town. I would suggest hitting this place before the weird DJs and track-jacket-hip types show up. Best between 5 and 9 PM.
Bar BQ: 689 6th Avenue at 20th Street
After throwing back your two-for-one at Royale, you should probably have dinner before drinking more. Head to Bar BQ for authentic Brooklyn-style barbecue (not a real cuisine, btw) and, on Monday nights, free bourbon. It’s goooood.
Buttermilk: 577 5th Avenue at 16th Street
After the rollicking (and often incredibly loud) live bluegrass at Bar BQ, you’re going to want a slightly quieter place to chill. Buttermilk has a lot of nice nooks where you can enjoy microbrews in the company of good looking 20-something and 30-something year old South Slopers.
Commonwealth: 497 5th Avenue at 12th Street
By now, you’re a couple of sheets to the wind, so it’s time to check out Commonwealth and search for your true love in the personal ads tacked to the bulletin board. When that freaks you out too much, resign yourself to a long, lonely life aided by their Antioxidant Martini.
Barbes: 376 9th Street at 6th Avenue
End your night here. There is always music playing in the back. The lights are dim. One of the toilets has graffiti that says “Lesley,” which is, in fact, my name. It feels like home to me.