Jonathan G.
Yelp
According to Wikipedia, oil is believed to have been seeping into the groundwater in Greenpoint since 1950. Even if I could notice the signs of black-mold infested waters invading Black Rabbit, I would still come here. I had heard and read about how cool Black Rabbit was, but seldom did I make the trip to Greenpoint. Then, an old friend moved to Greenpoint a couple months ago making it obligatory that I finally go here.
Even if there was a birthday party of like 20 people, cake and all (and shots), on a Saturday night when I got there*, I would still be excited to pony up to the bar. I would be very sad that all of the booths with their black swinging doors and call lights were full and that the back area was stuffed due to said birthday party, however, I would push through to drunktown with some assistance.
A nice set of taps including Six Point, Gaffel Kolsch and Heffewiezen made the fact that I sat right in front of the bartender, with two friends, for eight minutes before he acknowledged that I was there, a little easier. In the end, the service was good as it should be when you continually push your empty mug toward the edge of the bar for a refill. Somehow and for some reason, we had a plate of pickled vegetables and they were quite good.
In the end, I would rather keep Black Rabbit in the hat, all for myself, but it can't be done because people know about the cool booths that I so desperately want to sit in to soak up the enjoyable ambience of this hare. Fortunately, Greenpoint is not the easiest place to get to especially when the G is not running so since I have a friend there and you don't, you can stay away while I enjoy my booth next time.
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* As Ricky Bobby would say, "That just happened." Normally this would make me want to run from the place screaming, but I had to stay.