168 Marcy Ave.
When the Misfits sang about a "hybrid moment," they might have been referring to the perfect combination of Bellevue Bar's seedy Hell's Kitchen ambiance and Williamsburg's gritty waterfront that has resulted in the birth of Duff’s. Bellevue Bar was a dirty, red-lit den with pin-up murals and dusty horror artifacts sharing shelf space with the bottles. Owner Jimmy Duff has moved his collection of baby skulls and taxidermy, along with his staff of inebriation specialists, to a former check cashing store on the other side of the river. He's also added a nice big patio with built-in grill, and kept the metal-heavy jukebox and cheap drink specials that made Bellevue a dive cum laude. Patron hygiene ranges from "fashionably unkempt" to "possibly homeless"—yet another sign that Jimmy Duff hasn't left Port Authority too far behind—but the bar and its bathroom are surprisingly clean. And though Bellevue regular Dancing Dominick won't be frequenting the new space (he passed away after a full life of shimmying for drinks), he won't be forgotten: A cut-out photo of his manic grin adorns CDs in the jukebox.