Eponymous Brit owner Kathryn Weatherup transports the old East Side Company experience to Brooklyn, with schmancy classic cocktails, fresh ingredients, and clever twists. Sexy space is white-tiled and provocatively mirrored – and urbane patrons fit the vibe.
The Bromberg Brothers’ first Brooklyn outpost is already an institution, especially for those who can’t live without an 11PM duck club sandwich or 2AM fried chicken. All the glory of Manhattan’s original, plus Brooklyn-only additions like the surf ‘n’ turf platter and three kinds of profiteroles. Of course, there’s an excellent raw bar with a wide assortment of oysters, shareable steaks and fragrant paella magdalena. And sushi! Trademark neon in the window, tasteful and spare interior, in the know crowd.
Slope provisions shop evolves into a perky, if slightly precious full-service resto. Serves organic greenmarket goodies, Berkshire pork chop or roast chicken big plates, chorizo empanadas and homemade tortillas for the small. Burgeoning brunch scene bounces to salsa and indie rock. Clean and well-lit, with farmhouse-ish wainscoting, wood floors, and petite back garden.
In this cozy “Room”, everything is, indeed, about chocolate: rich, handmade, all-natural cocoa that you don’t mind getting all over your fingers. Even Oprah loves this place, deeming their three-layer chocolate blackout cake “perfect.” Other favorites include the bruleed banana sundae with vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry ice cream; the black-bottom butterscotch with chocolate, butterscotch custard, and coconut; and the portable chocolate caramel popcorn. Everything is amazing.
Former Vandaag owner does New American eats in a light-flooded dining room with high aluminum seats and a yellow-lit bar that pops. Main dishes come off the meat slicer: Riesling-braised rabbit, lamb T-bone, bullet steak with parsnip fries. Craft beers, cocktails featuring fruits & nuts and a blueberry waffle ‘riffic brunch.
A former ’40s soda fountain is turned into microbrew heaven, with cute, vintage-inspired interior and sweet outdoor garden. Hip crowd noshes on burgers and BLTs with their Arrogant Bastard Ale. Good jukebox, too, though it’s most post-punk than Patti Page.
Recycled bowling lanes and tires help set the scene for local art and music. Massive warehouse space made flexible with moving partition, which closes off the performance area, or opens it up to the bar and courtyard. A-list sound system, good booze, including Pacific cult faves like Coopers and Hitachino.
Simple and classic wine bar, with the ever-reliable wood, brick, low candlelight and pressed tin look, knows its wine forward and back. Th menu is as helpful as the staff, patiently explaining that white pepper hints are typical of Grüner Veltliner and that’s licorice and tar you’re tasting in the Dolcetto d’Alba. For stiffer pours, send the barkeep up the ladder for house-infused vodkas, from lemon to watermelon to horseradish. Small plates provide fortification.
Glittery walls camp up this Brooklyn outpost of EVill original. Doesn’t quite hit the same levels of trashy cheek, but fun all the same. A central oak bar, kitschy green hairdryer chairs to the side, and a lady-friendly scene, of course – especially during Martini & Manicure Happy Hours. If Hairspray was a bar…