Battersby

Following the Brooklyn formula, Battersby has a seasonal American menu, rustic charm, open kitchen, and quaint garden in the back. The menu stays short and sweet, with favorites like the crispy kale salad with green papaya and peanuts, the sweet plums duck breast, and the surprisingly crispy, complex, and juicy chicken and potatoes. Populated by assorted BK foodie types.

Brooklyn Social Club

Former Italian social club rides the tide of gentrification. Well-preserved retro space with tin ceilings, cream-colored walls, and a beautiful wooden bar, invokes the ghost of Ol’ Blue Eyes. Order up old school drinks with a twist. Pay for it by hustling up some money on the pool table in back. Non-members welcome.

Char No. 4

Brooklyn’s most dedicated bourbon house, where curious tongues seek out single-ounce sample pours from assorted southern states. The food stays on message, addictive fried cheese curds, shrimp and creamy grits, and house-smoked pork belly BLT. Despite the BBQ tariff and usual BK suspects, the space is sleek and modern, with a bank of hanging lights over the front bar and clubby booths in back.

Bar Tabac

A kitschy spot where BK Francophiles come to ponder their moules frites in style. Walls are cluttered with bric-a-brac, there’s a rusty vintage Vespa in the dining room, sidewalk seating just like Par-ee. Solid bistro fare hits all the cliches, including lamb merguez and onion soup gratinee, as well as baked Burgundy snails. An indifferent waitstaff completes the experience.

Cafe Luluc

Fun, low attitude bistro space, just the right size for table to table flirting. Classic French entrées like hanger steak with frites and croqur monsiuer, but also good pastas, burgers and one of the best brunches in BKNY. Starry-eyed couples linger forever over crème brûlée, singles over international newspapers.

Zombie Hut

Young crowd packs this Smith Street tiki bar where the scorpion bowl packs a punch. Theme is played up to the hilt, with voodoo masks lining the bamboo walls and the usual array of faux exotic drinks. The backyard’s gorgeously kitschy on summer nights, and a good place to flee to when they light the bar on fire.