Brass Rail

I loved the Log Cabin. The bartenders were friendly and played the most amazing mix of 60s/​70s music that made perfect background music. It was the perfect chill neighborhood bar.
I’m not sure what the new owners are going for, but it has lost its charm. It doesn’t seem to fit the neighborhood anymore. It’s a pity.

Nothing fancy here, just a great place to drink.
I watched the Giants game this part Sunday, they won … Woo Hoo and I had $ 5 beers the whole time.
The bartender, Gordon — not sure if he is also the owner was great. We talked sports and he was not trying to pour alcohol down my throat. I hate that … he bought me a round. I cant remember the last time a bartender bought me a round when it was not my birthday.
The place has an old school charm.
No food.
5 plasma screens all with the ability to watch different games independently.
When I was ready to leave he invited me back. Nice … just nice.

Super nice and responsible bar tender /​owner he will literally treat you like a mom… hell feed you make sure your always comfortable and hes really nice
The bar is pretty small and quite drinks are around 2 – 5 $

Do cheap draft beer dives still exist in Brooklyn? This is one of my vision quests that I’m always in search of. The answer is yes right here at the Brass Rail, (formerly The Cabin).
$ 3 domestic beers and $ 2 from 4pm to 7pm daily! Hello! Daddy found a new dive home in Brooklyn. When in a multiple pounding mood domestic draft beer always hit that spot for this guy. Keep that import in the cooler, baby. Don’t even think of Sprechen Sie Deutsch here. Shove that fancy rainbow colored martini where the sun don’t shine. Spritz this. Extend that pinky up your nose please. Get my drift? This ain’t that place Sally. A cheap beer & a shot joint.
There’s just something ever so magnificent about a good dive. Perhaps the creaky faded floor or the effervescence smell of old beer and definitely remnants of old antiquity that either sits on the walls or the shelves in and around the bar. And to sit at the top of divey hood it must be a bar, in fact this place does not even serve food. Now of course the bartender must be a man of men. A man that’ll remember your name and always serve you with a smile and perhaps a little touch of eccentric character. You know, someone you remembered made you smile. That mans name here is Gordon. He will buy back every 4^th drink. Now there’s a throw back act of gratitude that I miss and appreciate immensely.
One of the cool novelties is that they have an elaborate modern day karaōke machine where you can read the words on multiple flat screens throughout the bar. In fact my understanding is they get quite a crowd on certain karaōke nights.
Cash only!
So come as you are come as you please. Yes, pound down that draft along with a shot back on the cheap here in Brooklyn.
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It’s astonishing that, five years later, Kyle H’s review still rings true. It’s still spot-​on, haha. The biggest draw is the nightly karaōke. For real.
I used to live near the Log Cabin and for a tenner, you can have several brews AND a cheap dinner. I dig that the «drunk food» they have isn’t just peanuts and cheetos, they actually alternate nightly what they serve. The karaōke books are rooted in circa 2004 – 2005 hits but that’s part of the charm. They also play the OTB channel during the afternoon (I went in sometimes when I did my laundry… okay?)
The bartenders are cute and Al, if he’s still there, is a great dude. Sometimes you might be lucky enough to witness a biker fight or two outside. Joy!

This place is great! Came here to watch USA hockey! The bartender (Gordy) was amazing and spot on with snacks, a free lunch, and every 4^th drink was on the house! Wow unheard I know! There is an extra back room with darts and a pool table as well! Very inexpensive, hospitable, and an all around great time! Definitely a place I will be frequenting!

Unlike the (very few) other bars in the neighborhood, this one knows what it is. Wheeler’s stated claim of ‘no sushi’ belies how much they try and fight above their weight class; they think a bouncer in a blazer and polished cherrywood somehow makes up for half of the people at the bar not knowing how to spell their own names.
Not the case here. This bar is as unpretentious as it gets with prices that match the image. Buds on draft are a bargain, even for south Brooklyn. Service is prompt and friendly enough. Like most places it takes a while to get started, but the patrons are enjoyable and mostly friendly, even if the crowd isn’t that young.
It’s too bad there aren’t more places like this. Everything’s trying to be a club, and it’s insufferable. This isn’t Manhattan. Sometimes you just want to get drunk on short change and listen to some awful karaōke.

Fun for all ages!
Seriously though, we randomly ended up here after a day of apartment hunting. We were watching the Rangers playoff game– but they were also showing basketball and maybe baseball? The beer is cheap and here is the kicker, at 9:30 there was karaōke!
Kick ass. I like it.

After a wind swept day walking the Brighton beach boardwalk and a plethora of NY sporting events about to begin, a sports bar was on my radar. But nothing in the NEARBY search on Unilocal was grabbing my interest, so we ventured one mile to the Sheepshead Bay area to the Log Cabin.
Do not expect much aesthetic charm as you approach from the outside, but once inside you can easily find yourself quite comfortable with ample seating and excellent service. Its worth pointing out just how welcome we were meant to feel, as if I had been going there for years I was treated very well.
Free complimentary buffet, although smallish in options, came in quite handy when my hunger arrived. hot dogs, salads, tuna fish (with all of the fixings) all fresh and free of charge. Stella drafts and glasses of Chablis were priced so fairly that anytime I am in the area again, I will stop in to see my new found friends at The Log Cabin. Add in the fact that is most definitely an ISLANDER bar certainly adds to my appreciation.

We walked into this place, and this poor fella looked over and said «Geez, the whole world’s comin here now.» We felt bad. But as the night wore on, as karaōke started up, it was clear we were welcome. Though aside from the bartenders, there weren’t more than a couple others in the whole crowd who were under 45. Not a young crowd.
But my friend found it with his Unilocal app. So we sheepishly looked around for the buffet. It’s definitely there. That wasn’t a lie. But, well, that food has all seen better days. We got a coupla helpings, and there haven’t been any signs of Salmonella, E. Coli or Teriyaki Lung, but we were one of only two tables chancing the food. Most were happy to get filled up on potato chips and $ 8 pitchers of Bud.
It was a great evening. And to any regulars there, sorry for the increasingly slurred, intense songs we sang that night. And sorry for spreading the word-​of-​mouth about your bar. I know, I know, what happens in the Log Cabin, stays in the Log Cabin.

I usually like to experience a business three times before reviewing, but I’ve been to the Log Cabin twice now and because a) my rather busy schedule prevents me from going back and forth to Sheepshead Bay very often and b) my enthusiasm for the place, I simply cannot wait and thus should like to write a review. NOW.
Billdozer, Andy, and myself had a lovely vacation day all planned out starting first with Coney Island: www​.yelp​.com/​b​i​z​/​b​e​e​r​-​i​s​l​a​n​d​-​b​r​o​o​k​l​y​n​#​h​r​i​d​:​x​w​a​K​v​J​f​L​7​d​B​I​S​N​I​h​S​cWloA to be followed immediately by the famed Log Cabin bar.
Inside the Log Cabin there is nary a log nor anything remotely cabin-​esque about it. There ARE:
1. Five taps of beer only serving Budweiser. $ 2 per pint. Yes, you read right. Upon further musing of our trips down there, I cannot conjure up in my mind anyone drinking any other type of beer besides the Bud draft they have. Sam Adams? No. Coors Light? No. Heineken? No. Some micro-​brewed, from Washington State pilsner made with organic hops? They’ll kick you in your face.
2. Food in the back. I don’t know why. But they have a type of buffet situation, at least on the weekends. Andy had «very, VERY good chicken salad» (read: tuna salad. he’d never had it before. «I don’t fuck with tuna», he says. Yes you do. You just did and loved it.)
I had some chili that was good and some delicious pasta thing.
3. Karaōke every single night. The guys that come in looking like they’re straight out of the Sopranos can sing Frank Sinatra dead-​on. I saw the best karaōke performance of my life there.
4. Scary dudes. A lot of them are there to sing, but some of them… are not. If provoked, I think they would beat the crap out of me. Maybe it was the mushrooms that made me think that. Wait, what? Nevermind.
5. Wonderful bartenders named Athena that comp several rounds of drinks.
6. Mysteriously hot karaōke leaders named Lisa.
7. A sign that says, «What happens in the Log Cabin stays in the Log Cabin».
8. I’m not saying you can smoke in there. This is the internet! What if a cop is reading this?!
9. To be continued…