Though it's short a name, there's no shortage of character at this upscale bar. Marked by an unpolished door nestled between the Greenpoint Gazette office and an industrial supply store, the space was styled by Jessica Lee Wertz and owners of Matchless to resemble a tavern in an ancient Chinese trading village. It's nicknamed "Woodpussy" by Greenpointers for its cedar interior and the attractive women who frequent it; an in-house D.J. spins vinyl, energizing the crowd with eighties hits before mellowing out the scene with a slower alternative choice. Benches against burlap-masked walls form alcoves of intimate spaces, adding to the rustic Zen feel. But the real lure of 597 Manhattan Avenue lies at the end of the narrow bar, where stairs descend into an expansive backyard garden. Locals gather at large picnic tables or perch on a cement fire pit, $4 cans of Tecate in hand. When the garden closes around 1 a.m., the crowd shuffles back upstairs for more cheap drinks. Newcomers take mental note of the bar they luckily stumbled into that night, wishing they could remember its name.
The downstairs noodle bar, added in summer 2012, is a favorite of our Underground Gourmet.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.