Kings County


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286 Seigel St
Brooklyn, NY 11206
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Rating: ★ ★ ★
Cards: All Major
Hours: Daily 4pm-4am
Subway: L to Morgan Ave.
Food/Menu: No food available
Booze: Full bar
Happy Hour: Daily 4pm-8pm: $3 drafts and $5 Buds with shot of Jack Daniels
The Village Voice says:

Best Bar In Brooklyn For Great Whisk(e)ys At Reasonable Prices – Kings County
Tourists: They are the bane of New Yorkers’ existence, clogging the sidewalks and subways, babbling at top volume about some Broadway behemoth no true city dweller (native or longtime transplant) would ever want to see. But not all visitors to our fair island are so oblivious to what makes New York truly fab. Recently a music industry pal visiting from London wanted to meet up in a “real New York bar” as he’d grown weary of the usual Manhattan hipster showplaces. So I took him to Kings County, the pride of bright young Bushwick. Tucked away behind a door of artfully rusted metal, this tiny, gorgeous neighborhood bar offers a connoisseur’s selection of Scotch and Irish imports, high-end domestic bourbons ($5- $7 a shot), as well as a great selection of beers (Chimay Blue, Bud, and Guinness). Add to this a tasty mixed crowd of attractive locals, a respectable jukebox, and Chops–the tattooed and bewhiskered biker-esque artist-proprietor who designed and built his bar as an oasis of love and culture in the post-industrial wasteland of East Nowhere—and you’re home free.

NY Mag says:

Aside from the crown that was forged from a sheet of iron then pegged onto the heavy door, there’s nothing regal about this whisky bar, although the sturdy stools and the thick wood tables do lend the former welding studio, now painted black, a bit of the feel of a medieval tavern. Like the bar, the furniture was built by the owner himself: His DIY aesthetic is also seen in the T-shirts and haircuts of the patrons, who tend to cluster in the brick-lined smoking alley out back rather than navigate the tight quarters where subtly ironic MFA art hangs asymmetrically on the walls. As the iPod behind the bar blasts the latest anthem of alienation and the bourbon flows generously, an unspoken agreement looms: Better to be out here, where the buildings may be ugly but the people are young and beautiful, than in any of those celebrated Manhasbeen nightlife strips.


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