Sun-Thurs, 6pm-2am; Fri-Sat, 6pm-4am
F at 15th St.-Prospect Park; J, M, Z at Marcy Ave.
American Express, Discover, MasterCard, Visa
Nestled beneath the Williamsburg Bridge, this Bukowski-inspired drinks den is sure to satisfy whiskey enthusiasts’ yen for a bar dedicated to the brown off. Alla Lapushchik (Death & Co.) has collected 30-plus varieties of the finest bourbons and ryes from Stateside, with an emphasis on small-batch brands; the bar’s name is inspired by the oft-quoted line from Bukowski’s novel Post Office: “The whiskey and beer ran out of me, fountained from the armpits.” Not for the light drinker, the striking selections in Post Office’s unassuming, manila folder menu beg to be savored neat, but for those who choke at the thought, the bar also has a small, but thoughtful, selection of craft beers, wines and cocktails. Post Office’s impressive tipples pair surprisingly well with chef Sam Glinn’s (Brooklyn Star, Momofuku Ssam Bar) whiskey-friendly menu that boasts pucker-inducing pickle samplers and appetizers as well as sweet, pork-packed sammies. Standouts include Glinn’s pulled pork sandwich—its pillowy brioche bun and tart slaw deftly balance the shredded pork shoulder’s complex, barbeque tang. Also: his chicken liver-and-bacon baguette topped with crisp frisée and a green apple vinaigrette, and the pickle plate, which boasts a panoply of tart munches made in-house, including carrots, beets, cauliflower, red pepper, shitakes, watermelon rinds, Asian pears, bread-and-butter pickles, and more. In keeping with its vaguely Americana theme, the petite bar is decked out in contemporary Brooklyn rustic, with vintage American eagle-patterned wallpaper, lacquered tabletops harvested from tin ceiling squares, lamps made from whiskey decanters, and an assortment of roomy wingchairs that appear to be thrift-store rescues.