This is not a pretty-boy crowd; it is middle-aged, leathery, wise in the ways of a Brooklyn separate from the preciousness of Park Slope. Its welcome is not to shake your hand, but to bust your chops. The regulars are a microcosm of Kensington’s nonallegiance to any particular ethnicity or social crowd.
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
A TOAST TO SHENANIGAN'S PUB
Cate Dody writes in "Where the Beers and the Jeers Flow Freely," a New York Times article about neighborhood hangout Shenanigan's Pub: