in new york we like to day drink, and we like to do it in the most creative way possible. don’t offer me a concrete patio with pleasantly arranged tables with umbrellas and tee sweet martoonis and no smoking signs. nothing drives me not to drink faster than that shit.
we want an urban rooftop winery, with hammocks! we want an arcade speakeasy tucked behind a laundromat, accessible through that mysterious washing machine in the back! we want skee ball bars, shuffle board bars, cornhole bars, ping pong bars, in absolutely no particular order! we want taco trucks hidden inside of bars hidden inside of taco trucks hidden inside of bars (hidden inside of warm tortillas). we want to literally get twisted and confused and feel better and a little displaced along with our standard inebriation.
and so the brooklyn barge finally surfaces. let’s all forgive them for that cock tease of an opening they gave us last summer. (ok maybe i’m still a little bitter…) you need to go, before it closes “for the season” which to me, isn’t a reason. in fact it’s treason, to pretend it’s freezin’ just when a little breeze comes in.
they have cornhole. they have stand-up paddle boarding and kayaking. they have damn good beers and cocktails and tacos and it’s all floating on an industrial barge in the east river with relentless views of a spectacular sunset silhouetted skyline.
what not to miss
margaritas and the barge tacos and the sunsets.
rotating tap of mostly-local brews, featuring their own Barge Beer by sixpoint.
how not to miss it
the brooklyn barge
97 west st, greenpoint
open daily, 1130-midnight.
kayak and stand-up paddleboarding (first lesson is free!) at the barge through manhattan kayak
tues-sun, 10am to sunset.
meet me there, and we’ll all float on (while drinking margaritas).