On that 4th evening I was left to explore Williamsburg on my own.
To be fair, my answer to their question;
“What’s Williamsburg got, anyway”
was “Hispsters and craft beer”.
Oh, and it’s been called “the most toxic place to live in America“.
Oddly, it reminded me of the Northern Quarter, minus the Victorian pubs and curry cafes, of course. 80% of it seemed to be small-scale dining for 20-30 year olds.
Being predictable, I headed straight for the Brooklyn Brewery tap.
I was asked for ID, you know. Possibly there was a no over-60s rule.
“I’m English” I said.
“You’re fine” he replied.
I’d enjoyed my Brooklyn Summer Ale daringly drunk on Coney boardwalk, but it’s pretty dull drinking strong beers on long benches surrounded by young people playing video benches and comparing rents (except at IndyMan).
I enjoyed the New Indie soundtrack though, and the Saison. But it’s no pub.
I did wonder if the recommendation I’d had from Cem, my Man In Wales would come up trumps (no pun intended).
Then a lady walked right in front of my shot of Mug’s Ale House.
She was reading this.
“Oh, it’s closed” she said. Apparently more surprised than me.
I asked her for recommendations, because that’s what you do in countries without a Good Beer Guide.
“Are you looking for a pub or a hipster place ?”
This is it, the Kent Ale House.
If you only look at the bottom bit you could be in Hackney. OK, mostly high tables and TVs, but plenty of locals drinking beer, some of it brown.
$7 for the house ESB, which wasn’t Fullers but was at least local. The perfect accompaniment to Canada v Cuba and what can only be described as a sloppy burger I didn’t really need but research demanded.
Best coffee of the trip, too. I tipped 20% so they didn’t mug me on the way out. Is that enough ? I never knew.
Great views across the river too.