Road House

With the economy the way it’s been, its nice to find a bar where a working class man can get a nice, working class beer. After work at the steel mill, I head down here to relax with a couple rounds of Roadhouse specials.
The bouncer, James Dalton, is a real good guy. He’s a transplant from Manhattan, and he keeps the place running swell. With all the corruption in town, its nice to be with a person of character while relaxing next to the jukebox.
I would give this place a 5, but I went in the other day, and they forgot the lime juice in my Roadhouse special.

Weary traveler? Lost boy? Work dragging you under? This gem, in the heart of Brooklyn begs for the most interesting people. Come here searching for late night tail and you’ll quickly realize you came to the wrong watering hole. Road house is for the groovy, the men of 80s chart-​topping music, the creatures of the night and home to the Wallratz. Take hold of a holy grail glass of barley pop and light up a cig (outside of course) and plan your next adventure in life. There’s only one place in New York City where dreams go to die and are reborn. Well, 2 if you’re counting Bagelsmith. Road House, baby.