New York

Well, if it fucking isn't, it's fucking close. It's got the coolest fucking decor, a great fucking soundtrack, the most laid-back bartenders (who would never kick out any patron, no matter how fucking drunk, apparently, like the guy who was so bombed out of his gourd a few weeks ago at 6:30 pm on a Saturday and used the word "fuck" more than I can possible hope to do in the space of this review), stiff fucking drinks, fucking pinball, and will (hopefully) be a survivor of the Great Red Hook Post-Gentrification Crash, 2007. If it can hang around, it will no doubt be packed with hipster shitheads for Red Hook Gentrification II, 2009, so now's your window, gentlefolk of New York Fucking City. Sweet.

Photo:  Rob Tallia