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The word “keg” may conjure images of the flip-flopped Murray Hill crowd, but this Greenpoint bar is a far cry from a frat hangout. The place has kept previous inhabitant Baron’s Café’s rustic look: exposed beams and bulbs that hang from the ceiling, with votive candles at wooden tables providing a soft glow. Some of the Polish beers, like Zywiec, also remain in the draft lineup, which rotates monthly. Snacks include the standard chicken fingers, while entrées like catfish tacos and a Reuben sandwich are a bit more ambitious. In fact, nestle in here on a weekday evening and the scene is more restaurant-like than not, with Polish-speaking couples and small groups of after-work crowds digging into their shepherd's pie. Two flat-screen TVs play sports on mute, while low-level house music provides the soundtrack. — Randi Eichenbaum