Seems like every bar these days is decked out to appear as though you stepped into a 19th century saloon. With their moustaches, suspenders and bespoke tweeds, even the bartenders get into the act. Drinks seem to take 20 minutes to make, given that the juices are freshly pressed and mint muddled to order. All ice cubes possess precise 90 degree angles. And this is no doubt fun. But sometimes, you just want beer, a simple bourbon or a vodka-soda-lime. And you want it fast and without pretense in a place that is fully comfortable in its skin. For those times, pretty much the only place that will do is the Brooklyn Inn.The Brooklyn Inn doesn’t need to masquerade as a saloon from the turn of the century… because it actually is! The only thing imported in this place is the gargantuan carved wooden bar, but that was brought over from Germany in the 1870’s. With it’s super-high tin ceilings, stained glass windows, creaky floors and mahogany wood carvings, having a pint at the Inn feels like quasi-religious experience. But I’m fairly certain you won’t find the kick-ass juke box and pool table at church the way you will at the Inn. We also love that the bartenders aren’t afraid to offer up a buy-back if you’re a few rounds in, so be sure to tip well and remember it’s cash only. Cash only, but bullshit free.
Now that the weather is officially gray and frigid, what does one do to avoid going stir crazy? Sure, booze is always a fun way to pass the afternoon but there’s only so many times you can bring your two year old to the bar before Social Services comes knocking. With that in mind, every Friday On the Real will help you find stuff to do indoors. And so today, we bring you…puppets?Yes, puppets. And of all the creatures in the puppet Kingdom, I personally find marionettes inherently creepy. Maybe it’s because they are so herky-jerky. Maybe seeing them manipulated by strings inspires a certain Machiavellian dread. Or maybe it’s because of Chucky. Was Chucky a marionette? How about King Friday? Because I didn’t like him either. No matter. They’re freaky and so it was entirely an antsy-kid-in-cold-weather decision that made us head over to Park Slope to check out long-time marionette mainstay, Puppetworks. Set up as a black-box theater in the ground floor of a brownstone, it is actually sort of funky and charming.The puppeteers (marionetters?) come out before the show and explain to the kids the mechanics of how the puppets work, and they’re enthusiastic and silly and all the kids (including mine) ate the schtick up. The actual show itself was great — the kids yell and clap and point and are completely engaged, and despite my marionette aversion I’ll actually admit to being entertained as well. And I was struck by the notion that it’s totally wholesome, innocent and old-timey fun for a little kid and there isn’t tons of that fun around anymore. So this Saturday when the thermometer reads 19 degrees and your kids are drawing on the walls with Sharpies– remember the puppets.
Sunday night was a great night to be a parent. We took the 9.8 year old to see his first rock concert and favorite band fun.at Terminal 5. The severe tweaking was formidable, putting it mildly.
Our family is fortunate enough to have these very talented and kind bunch of guys for friends and Jack’s sister and Nate’s better half, sweet amazing Miss Rachel Antonoff, made sure that our Cavan had the full VIP treatment with amazing seats just over the stage. It was an absolutely incredible vantage point to watch them play what seemed to be every song off the 1st album, Aim and Ignite as well as their smash hit new work of genius, Some Nights.
New York crowds are notoriously tough, but this was one was bananas. It seemed like every person in the audience knew every word to every song and felt the very strong desire to scream every syllable out at the top of their lungs. Kinda fantastic! My wife’s throat still hurts!
At the end of the show, we were ushered backstage to a celeb-packed greenroom where we all got to say hello to the guys. Sir Cavan was was left positively elated watching the aftermath of a gift that his idols…his friends…had just delivered to him in the form of one of the best shows anyone will ever see live. Thank you, Rachel. Thank you, boys. It has been so much fun watching you soar!