Category: Nightlife

All of the action and excitement in Brooklyn’s Park Slope happens along its wide avenues, and as the neighborhood has developed, the action has moved steadily West towards the shore. Prospect Park forms a natural Eastern border to the neighborhood, and nearby Seventh and Eighth Avenues dominated the scene up until around the late 90’s. Since then, Fifth Avenue has undergone a radical transformation from one interminable, impoverished strip mall to the new center of the neighborhood. Trendy bistros replaced 99 cent stores, and dilapidated brownstones were whisked away, only to be replaced by construction zones, their wooden fences plastered with idealistic renderings of architecturally-confounding condominiums.

Some of the bars, stores and restaurants on Fifth Avenue predate the Avenue’s ‘hip’ status, however, and The Gate is one of them. It benefits from its prime location at the heart of Park Slope, across from Byrne Park, a popular park and playground surrounded by upscale restaurants and boutiques. Just like nearby Commonwealth, The Gate is a neighborhood joint through and through, a place where the regulars look more like your cool middle-aged college professor than your typical shrieking sorority girl (the staple resident of New York bars). If anything, the walk-in business generated by the street’s newfound popularity has turned off a lot of longtime loyal customers, who liked the place back when they could sit down with a Scotch and work on their novel in relative peace any night of the week, or strike up a lively debate with the bartender and the handful of other locals who haunted the place.

But whether they like it or not, The Gate has acquired a lot of new fans, and during the warmer months, when the bar’s large patio is swarming with after-work tipplers, mingling under clouds of cigarette smoke, the place becomes a great place to chat up cute locals. The bar has become a place for local residents to meet people who are actually interesting and literate and don’t harbor plans to start a hedge fund, and that is a rare thing indeed.

The bartenders at The Gate are great at what they do, and they’ll give you expert opinions on any of their fine selection of beers, both draft and bottle, as well as their carefully chosen Scotches, Whiskies, and whatever else your liver is craving. A constantly rotating selection of beers, focusing on smaller breweries (Rogue, Brooklyn, Blue Point) gives regular customers the chance to try things they might otherwise never taste on tap, if at all. The taps switch over to a new theme every few weeks, whether it’s beers made in the state of New York, Winter-themed brews, or beers that start with the letter A (OK, I made that last one up). Tech-savvy brewhounds can check The Gate’s blog to find out what’s on tap (http://thegatebrooklyn.blogspot.com/).

When married entrepreneurs Liat Cohen and Yaniv Reeis opened their tiny storefront in Park Slope, a neighborhood known for overpriced restaurants and stiff competition for fledgling businesses, the odds were against them. The neighborhood was already home to several successful cafés, including Tea Lounge, Ozzie’s, and Gorilla Coffee. And although nowadays you can’t throw a bagel in this town without hitting a gourmet chocolaterie, a few years ago, the concept of a chocolate bar was a tad alien to most people. Cocoa Bar, with its triple focus on chocolate, wine, and coffee, didn’t seem to fit into a category. Was it a bar? A café? A bakery?

In the end, Cohen and Reeis’ gamble paid off, in the form of a lasting business and brand name, which appears on packaged treats and gifts available for sale in the store. Cocoa Bar’s theme keeps the menu necessarily simple, with hot and cold coffee and chocolate beverages joining a respectable wine list, all of which serves to complement the main event: chocolate. Chocolate is celebrated in all its forms here, from gourmet truffles and bonbons (made specially for Cohen and Reeis by a local chocolatier) to a dizzying variety of decadent baked goods (provided by 9 local bakeries, at last count).

I took one of my girlfriends along on my trip to Cocoa Bar, and the first thing we noticed was the diminutive size of the place. The narrow nature of the brownstone location necessitates two seating areas at either end of the long counter. The back area features comfy couches and a bookshelf full of dog-eared volumes, but as we showed up during the pre-dinner hours, the laptop crowd had already laid dominion over the couches. This is my biggest pet peeve when it comes to cafés. You want to talk and laugh and have a good time, but there’s always some egghead glaring at you over his horn-rimmed glasses as he tries in vain to finish his thesis.

We took a seat by the window and dug into our desserts. The Red Velvet Cake was impossibly moist and cinnamony, and went perfectly with the house Merlot I washed it down with. My friend opted for a mini Chocolate Raspberry Torte, which was rich and satisfying, and paired with the house blend of French Roast coffee, made for a perfect afternoon bite. The owners warn on their website that their offerings release endorphins that make you giddy, and I don’t know if it was the chocolate or the Merlot, but I certainly felt a little lighter coming out of Cocoa Bar than I did coming in.

P.S. Chocoholics who don’t want to make the journey out to Park Slope can get their fix at Cocoa Bar’s new Manhattan location at 21 Clinton Street in the Lower East Side.

Royale is one of my favorite Park Slope bars, but it also stands as a lesson in “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” You see, it once featured exotic, harem-style canopies that half-enclosed round booths in the bar’s large back room, giving the place the unmistakable atmosphere of a desert oasis. In a neighborhood where most bars hang up a beer sign or two and call it a day, people came to Royale for their unique décor, among other things. Despite the popularity of the harem booths, a year or so ago, they inexplicably disappeared, replaced by normal (albeit larger) booths. Things just ain’t been the same since then.

Royale is still a beautiful bar, however, and its stylish color palette and antique decorative touches keep me coming back year after year. I took my drinking buddy, Liz, to the bar the other day after work. Liz is no stranger to the bar herself, and she was as ready as I was to take advantage of what the bar refers to as Royal Happy Hour, which takes place every day between 5pm and 9pm. Wine, well drinks, and selected draft beers are two for one during this special, so Liz and I toasted our Yuenglings, all aglow with the promise of a free second round

Our favorite bartender, Christopher, has excellent taste in movies, and is always playing something awesome when you walk in the bar. This can be treacherous, as I inevitably end up watching the film instead of socializing. On the other hand, there’s something comforting about taking in a screening of “The Big Lebowski” while you down your brews, bonding with the barflies over the wacky antics of Jesus the Bowler.

For those more interested in catching up with their friends, the bar’s refurnished back room offers a bevy of other options. A beer pong table will allow you to get your friends drunk and show off your table tennis skills at the same time, while the permanent DJ booth hosts an ongoing rotation of spin artists who represent a rainbow of genres for all tastes. The bar turns into something of a dance club on the weekends, and that’s when it really sets itself apart from the other bars in the area. The next time you’re in the area on a Saturday night, take your girlfriends to Royale and dance the night away with the hip locals. It’s a good excuse to put the moves on the cute emo guy at the end of the bar, or, failing that, to work off the six beers that got you on the dance floor in the first place.

The south side of Park Slope is changing rapidly. The area was once known mainly for its auto shops and beauty parlors, and unless you had JFK Chicken in mind, you would be sorely disappointed if you chose to stage a night out on the town there. As the rent in Park Slope proper escalates, however, and the bohemian artist types who made the neighborhood what it is are forced out, Park Slope south, with its cheap rents and friendly neighbors, is a natural refuge. And as always seems to happen, as soon as the poor artists are forced into a particular as-yet-ungentrified neighborhood, the businesses soon follow. So nowadays, thanks to the sky-high rates on brownstones in the P Slope, my little neighborhood is becoming home to sushi places, health food stores, upscale cafés, and now, miracle of miracles, a wine bar!

Vin Rouge provides a welcome respite from the slough of nearby hipster bars where the house special is never more than a few clicks from PBR. Its warm, inviting interior beckons passersby through the French doors along the street, which they prop open during the summer, giving the place an open-air atmosphere. Exposed brick and an elegant wooden bar lend a Parisian feel, but the cozy and attractive smoking patio is vintage New York.

The small, knowledgeable staff will charm you with their enthusiasm for wine from the minute you arrive, but it would be difficult to make a misstep here. The menu is comprehensive in terms of types of wine offered, but it is also short, and thankfully, kind on the wallet. No bottle is over $50, and glasses range from about $5-12, so you can afford to try a few different things. Bringing your friends automatically multiplies the number of wines you can taste, and makes the tasting all the more fun, so invite all the wine lovers in your life to really make a night out of it. Such an ambitious tasting requires munchie foods, which Vin Rouge is now serving. Appetizers range from $3-10 and include nuts, olives, and a number of different cheese and meat plates. Bread is provided by the nearby Lopez Bakery, while the gourmet meats and cheeses hail from Bierkraft, a beloved Park Slope haven for beer and upscale deli foods (think Duck Confit, not Boar’s Head).

I have been here several times and have had the good fortune to taste a large number of fantastic wines. I have always been a sucker for Sangiovese, and the one I tried here, the Collelceto Sangiovese, Rosso di Montalcino, 2003 Tuscany ($9) was just lovely. Deliciously dry and poured generously by our bartender, it lasted me a long and pleasant time. My friend Liz ordered a special, the Bogle Petit Syrah ($10), and was equally pleased with her choice, finding it rich and complex in flavor. The Pâté Plate with cornichons, mustard and bread ($7.50) sounded interesting, but we instead opted for the Two Cheese Platter ($10), and while we thoroughly enjoyed the cheeses, we found the crackers provided to be a bit, well, cheap. A nice cheese deserves more than Ritz, that’s all I’m saying.

We soon forgot about the crackers, however, as the wine continued to flow. We opted for a round of dessert wines, always fans of a nice port or sherry. The one I decided to go with, the Casta Diva Muscat, 2005, Alicante, Spain ($9) was incredible, a wine that made me understand the term “nectar of the gods.” The Graham's Port "Six Grapes" NV, Duoro, Portugal ($6), while perhaps not as transcendant as the Casta Diva Muscat, was a formidable dessert wine on its own, and I would certainly recommend it to Port fans like myself.

I regret that I never manage to save room for dessert when I go to Vin Rouge, but I plan on trying their Wine Sorbet ($2/scoop) one day, or perhaps their Assorted Sugar Cookie Plate ($3.50) or the decadent-sounding Brownie with Ice Cream and Vodka Raspberry Sauce ($5). Unfortunately, they don’t yet serve cappuccino drinks (despite the fact that they are an offshoot of Has Beans, the popular café across the street), but they do offer French Press coffee and a variety of teas, which should satisfy your after-dinner caffeine deficiency. In a place with so many incredible bottles of wine on their racks, however, you’d be well advised to forget about the coffee and bone up on your knowledge of Sherry instead. I’ll toast to that!

Head back to the days of jazz and the prohibition at Flatiron Lounge (27 West 19th St). This popular jaunt in the flatiron district has a fantastic menu of cocktails that are each made with lots of tlc. The art deco interior and club room setting made me feel like the Rat Pack would be bursting through the doors at any moment. Don't be intimidated by it's hip décor, you'll fit in and feel at home with the affable staff and great crowd.

Every bartender has their favorite specialty drink – and so do the regulars. My pick? The Metropolis. It tastes like a Granny Smith but it isn't sweet – it's the perfect blend of apple and vodka. The atmosphere is very hip where the young and trendy like to hang out – though the crowd is mixed. For example, Flatiron Lounge is a place where you can take your visiting parents or a cousin who's still in college – and all parties would appreciate its vintage vibe. Bartenders are dressed like it's the roarin' 20's – all in black with dapper ties tucked into their shirts. The rest of the crowd is dressed, well, cool.

Weekends are usually packed but it's never hard to get attention from the bar staff. If you have to wait a few minutes for another drink, they'll let you know – and send you a water to hold you over. An average drink will set you back around $12 – but it's completely worth it. If you're a true martini lover, this place is your dream come true. Sample one of the martini flights where you'll get to try three mini martinis in a common flavor theme. This cocktail lounge should be a must on every visitors (or New Yorker's) list.

Where do I even begin when it comes to describing Calico Jack's Cantina (800 2nd Ave). Let me preface this review by saying, yes, I did frequent this bar on occasion back in my college days. Second, I have many friends (myself included) that have gotten on top of their infamous bar. With that said, I'm sorry Calico's, but someone will have to pay me before I step foot in your bar again.

Calico Jack's is a spot of eternal spring break. The DJ encourages girls to shake it on the bar, bartenders pour liquor from the bottle into your mouth, and tiki style décor makes you feel like you're in Acapulco circa 1999. If you're looking to relive your college years or simply dance the night away to some top 40 hits, this is definitely the place to do it. But if it's a relaxing evening of drinking you seek, this ain't your bag baby. The lines to the bathroom are always painfully long and it's always way too loud to actually carry on a conversation. The food is inedible, the drinks are strong, and the skirts are short. Calico's is a really fun place to go if you're looking to dance (though there isn't much room to do so) – and there's always a bachelorette party taking place.

Don't get suckered into one of their "wristband" deals. You'll pay $20 and up for select "all you can drink" well drinks, but the line to the bar is always so long, you'll rarely get your money's worth. Girls with trays of shots will undoubtedly bother you throughout the night, offering weak and pricey Jello shots that you should also steer clear from. Instead, check out Calico's if you're already good and drunk so you'll be able to handle the often raunchy behavior that takes place. Wet t-shirt contests, belly shots, and dancers on the bar? Oh my.

It's very hard to find an area in Manhattan that lacks a good bar – but in the shopping mecca of midtown east (think Container Store, H&M, Bloomingdale's in a 2 block radius), there are some great places to eat, but very few to drink. But if your shopping trip has you thirsty for a really good pilsner, head to The Carriage House (219 East 59th St.)

This bar is never crowded, except for after work drinks. Ladies, this is a bar for guys – I've never visited and seen more than a handful of women. (Good news for the ladies, bad news for single fellas.) Blink and you'll miss this bar with an unassuming entrance. Once inside, the bar stretches far back. With tons of beers on tap to choose from, sports games playing on every flat screen, and darts and a pool table in the back, it's no wonder this place is chock full of dudes. Either way, the booths (that for some reason resemble church pews) are big enough to fit you and your bags from Bloomies.

The bar food is reasonably good and the beers are cold and frothy. If you're looking for more than that, you might want to find another place for a pit stop. The line for playing a round of darts is never long, though regulars will often bully people away from the pool table. Either way, it's a great place to come watch the Yankees beat…well, any team. And don't you dare step foot inside if you're rooting for anyone else!

Choice (380 Third Ave) is located in a central spot in energetic Murray Hill. It's a great place to go for beating after work crowds – but not if you're looking for a spectacular meal. Luckily for Choice – their cocktails more than make up for their boring menu.

Best known for their specialty martinis, I always opt for the "choicetini" – pineapple juice, coconut juice, and vodka – it's why I go to Choice in the first place. Though they do offer a typical bar menu of apps and easy entrees, you won't be wowed by the grub. In fact, every time I've gone to Choice, the entrees for the table have been brought out at different times - not exactly a place you'll want to go with a big group that intends on eating together. Wait staff is pleasant enough, but service is slow, even if the restaurant is half empty.

Go to Choice if you've got a friend that likes stiff drinks and isn't picky about food – the exposed brick and mahogany accents lends itself to a very east side vibe. The wine menu isn't bad either, offering over 30 different selections. Plus you can't beat the price. I had a salad entrée and two martinis for $25 on my last outing there – a really great deal for a NYC eatery. My suggestion is to start the night off at Choice with some delicious cocktails – and then head across the street to Rodeo for some pitchers of Margaritas. With so many bar and restaurant options in Murray Hill, cross this one off the top of your list.

There are very few elegant eateries in the vicinity of Times Square that aren’t teeming with tourists. If you’re a New Yorker looking for some vino and a meal (or if you’re a tourist that hates the traps), then check out Divine Bar (236 West 54th St.). Also brother to an east side location, Divine Bar specializes in a great wine list and tapas.

The atmosphere is very hip – with dim lighting, leather seating, and a large bar on the lower level showcasing their extensive wine selections. If you’re looking for something other than pubs or sports bars in midtown west, this is the place. At my most recent outing to Divine, my friend and I each had a flight of merlot to start off the evening – a great selection of four wines for only $9.50. Since tapas are their specialty, we also shared an artichoke dip ($10.50), a brie pastry with nuts and dates ($10.50), as well as a delicious spinach salad ($10.50). The tapas are very generous and we could have easily filled up on two.

For a Friday night at 8 p.m. we were able to have a quiet meal upstairs (while a large crowd was at the bar below) but were still able to hear each other and enjoy our meal. The waiter was knowledgeable and pleasant – and gave us the thumbs up when we ordered the brie. Divine also has "vinoversity" - where you can sign up for wine tasting classes that are apparently quite popular. One thing to note: not a great place to go with a large group unless you call ahead – most tables seem to be suited for groups no larger than four. Either way, I felt the experience overall was simply…divine.

On a recent Saturday night, my friends and I decided to visit what many New Yorkers refer to as "Clubland" a.k.a the strip of trendy clubs along Tenth Avenue in Chelsea. As we approached Marquis, the endless line seemed less than thrilling and had us wishing we had never left Queens. Next door, however, we came across a frosted door, a guy with a clipboard, and no line. Score. The promise of drinks without a wait was reason enough for us to give Glass (287 Tenth Avenue) a try.

Glass was designed by architect Thomas Leeser and it's futuristic bar area opens into a bamboo garden that is more reminiscent of an airy Asian tea garden instead of the west side of Manhattan. The line to the bar was never long and the drinks were never too expensive (a ketel and cran cost me $10). I was also pleasantly surprised at how friendly the staff was. At one point several of my friends could not get a drink at the bar and the manager quickly sent a waitress to our table to take personal drink orders… making us feel like VIPs though in reality, we were very far from it.

Though there isn't an actual dance floor, the outdoor area serves as one with seating lining the perimeters. The DJ was spinning lots of old school Madonna and some new Kanye – a perfect blend if you're looking to dance the night away. The weirdest – and most well-known – aspect of Glass are the bathrooms. The co-ed bathrooms boast only three stalls for men and women so the lines tend to get painfully long. The bathroom mirror is two-way, so if a line does start to fill outside of Glass, everyone can watch you wash your hands though you can’t see them. Though the bathroom left me feeling like I was hanging out in a fishbowl, I'll definitely revisit Glass…as long as there’s still no line.