The Vanderbilt
570 Vanderbilt Ave. (Bergen St.), Brooklyn
Hopping at 7 and 8, Bartender Says by 9pm The Vanderbilt is packed, and he's right. Sunday through Wednesday it's locals of all ages; Thursday and weekend it's a Citywide Agewide crowd, he says, but we noticed it's AA-dominant. Bartender, we think, assumed we were young and complaining about those around us because we were complaining about one AA gent who had nonexistent comprehension of personal space, and one Wild Turkey 101 too many, and stepped outside to hug a homeless man, and said it was his birthday. Actually, he said, Say Happy Birthday when requesting rocks for the drink he ordered neat. Breathe.
Not including the awful acoustics (shouting over champage is uncivilized), we have only good things to say about this bar, the exposed bricks, the alert staff, and the delectable hangar steak (our picture, even more so than usual, does not do justice to the appealing plate of romain hearts, potato, and meat, so we're omitting). We're going back for a real meal. With a photographer. You should go too.
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