$3 shot Mondays
B, Q, S at Prospect Park; Q at Parkside Ave.
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This venue is closed.
Café Exhale’s specialty cocktails are sugar bombs with alarming names like Silk Panties, Purple Motherfucker and Exhale “Titi” Nipples. They are powerful but taste like Hennessy-kissed ass. You might Café Exhale them all over the floor. However, luck may be in your favor because, depending on the night, the bartender could profess no knowledge of how to mix these signature drinks. Settle down for a plate of chow in the back area and you may receive a plate of calamari. These resemble wet Cheerios that have swollen to huge proportions with cooking oil. (Some dishes, to be fair, are just OK or even above average, like the fries and the buffalo chicken wings.) The decor in this one-room joint is inoffensive enough, with black-and-white walls and monochrome zigzags on the floor. It meshes nicely with the mixed crowd who are trying to make this into a genuine neighborhood spot before it can revert to its previous incarnation--just another fast-food joint on Flatbush Avenue.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.