Old old school sports bar in Williamsburg. Before the hipsters who where before the stroller wielding technorati that now predominate.

Eight large TVs bath the joint in the sweet serenade of crowd noise as the regulars occasionally chime in with hoary cheers or depressed groans. The games are mainly US college and pro, so expect NCAA madness in March, NFL Bedlam in the fall, and the cerebral soothing sounds of baseball in the long hot summer.

The beer is cheap, and a pool table and big buck hunter are available for those who need a distraction.