Editorial Review

Hidden under the tracks of Bushwick's elevated subway line, is this gritty gathering meeting spot for bar flies and comic obssessives. Every surface is covered with comic book memorabilia; action figures hang from the tin-molded ceiling, cartoons are projected on the dark red walls. Past a pool table taking up nearly half the tiny bar, are a few high tables, one awkwardly small couch, and the bar, covered entirely with vintage comic strips. The crowd's a weird mix of semi-hood Spanish dudes, slightly overweight guys that come strictly for the atmosphere, and unpretentious hipsters. Hint: if you challenge the bartender to a game of pool, and win, he'll be pissed, but you drink for free.