The calendar claims it’s summer.
Calendars are dirty liars.
Because until we see you drinking Campari ice cream floats and eating fried chicken on a new little patio in Lincoln Park, it’s still spring.
So do yourself a favor—get to Kings County Tap and start summering yourself ASAP, because it’s open now. (Here’s what the slideshow and the menu look like.)
The concept: a rambling ode to the industrious and hardworking spirit of old Brooklyn. Lots of brick. Graffiti-inspired murals. That kind of thing.
You can easily post up at the main bar—made of old boxcars, by the way—when you’re looking for a cold beer (they’ve got 16 on tap to start). Get some prosciutto while you’re there. Prosciutto’s good, and they have it.
But keep wandering back. You’ll find an indoor/outdoor setup with lots of breezes and choose-your-own-alcohol-adventure phosphates at the ready. Also at the ready: burgers topped with duck pastrami and that buttermilk fried chicken with rum-basil watermelon.
If you’re on a casual date, take a seat at the kitchen chef’s table. That’s where you’ll get serious about fresh oysters, chimichurri steak and pink-peppercorn jam pie.
You don’t have to meet their mothers or anything.
Calendars are dirty liars.
Because until we see you drinking Campari ice cream floats and eating fried chicken on a new little patio in Lincoln Park, it’s still spring.
So do yourself a favor—get to Kings County Tap and start summering yourself ASAP, because it’s open now. (Here’s what the slideshow and the menu look like.)
The concept: a rambling ode to the industrious and hardworking spirit of old Brooklyn. Lots of brick. Graffiti-inspired murals. That kind of thing.
You can easily post up at the main bar—made of old boxcars, by the way—when you’re looking for a cold beer (they’ve got 16 on tap to start). Get some prosciutto while you’re there. Prosciutto’s good, and they have it.
But keep wandering back. You’ll find an indoor/outdoor setup with lots of breezes and choose-your-own-alcohol-adventure phosphates at the ready. Also at the ready: burgers topped with duck pastrami and that buttermilk fried chicken with rum-basil watermelon.
If you’re on a casual date, take a seat at the kitchen chef’s table. That’s where you’ll get serious about fresh oysters, chimichurri steak and pink-peppercorn jam pie.
You don’t have to meet their mothers or anything.
