So, instead of going to my usual spot — which, apparently, the entire world knows I frequent — I decided to go to a different spot to get drunk. This was cool because I got to meet a whole new strata of people, experience a different breed of bartender, and I was never in danger of “fucking up anyone’s money,” as some would say.
I made the trek to Do or Dive in Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn, the former home of a supposedly pretentious, Michelin-starred dining spot that had transformed into a hipster’s wet dream of irony and kitsch, complete with vintage beer signs, retro TVs with UHF dials, and a stuffed shark chomping on an old-school Budweiser can. I mean, the place’s mascot is a kerchief-wearing Frenchie named Poops — and she has her own oversize graffiti logo greeting you as you walk in.
But you know what? I dug the spot. They shut down the jukebox when Jeopardy! came on — and several patrons gave the show’s actual contestants a run for their money — plus the staff were nice and friendly, even when being sarcastic and condescending. Make sense? Probably not — but if it does, then you’ll know what I mean when I say it was cool asf.
Y’know, sometimes it’s good to get away from what’s familiar. Find other places where you won’t be subjected to abuse — of any variety — and are just able to have a drink, talk with cool people, and have a good time.
And maybe even pet a cute dog or two.
That’s what I found at Do or Dive. And who knows? Maybe this will become the new spot for ol’ J.F. to hang his hat, holler at peeps, and drown his sorrows.