- Ace Bar
- East Village
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Indie Bar
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Open
EV Ski-Ball bar pleases the kiddies (and the nostagic).
ADD-friendly, choose from arcade games, pool table, photo booth, and Skee-Ball.
As chic as your dad's alligator boots.
Pete Wentz's emo boy clubhouse. Don't trip over Ashlee Simpson hugging the porcelain god.
Freaky people dancing to a mélange of Blondie, blues, and rock 'n' roll.
- B61
- Carroll Gardens
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Indie Bar
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Open
Peeps from Alma provide a low-key space for indie and professional types to mingle.
- Barcade
- Williamsburg
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Indie Bar
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Open
Great for ladies on the make—if you're looking for someone sporting tighter jeans than you, that is.
Kitschy theme bar serving up mani/drink combos under a row of hair dryers.
- Big Bar
- East Village
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Indie Bar
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Open
Tiny like your first apartment, but lacking that roomie/schizo you found on craigslist.
- Boat
- Boerum Hill
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Indie Bar
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Notably non-nautical neighborhood bar kept afloat by locals and loyal fans of its jukebox.
Dive that must be working some kind of Santeria to keep prices down in this excessive nabe.
Top Pick!
Mobsters lose to hipsters in the gentrification war, so you won't sleep with the fishes.
Faux dirty hub of S. Slope indie scene. Sick juke and carefully rumpled kids who will name that tune. Just try them.
Multi-use java/liquor/music/cake oasis. Welcome to art school.
Clean-cut bar with a juke so good it's got its own stool. Plus, Scrabble!
Beer + free personal pie = a good time.
- Daddy's
- Williamsburg
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Indie Bar
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Open
Good weekend escape from the hiptard masses at a conveniently short walk from Union Pool.
Badly lit basement perfect for stalking a bass player. Bathroom makes a great reading break.
Roof deck, smoking, Billyburg views. Time your visit so you're there when the Williamsburg Bridge finally gives up the ghost.
Dirty dance-pit sweatbox. Unisex eyeliner. Show us what you're working with!
Drunken bocce for when you cross over to the dark side of the moon.
Bright triple-decker suffering from west-coast-style sun stroke. Apparently people are nice out there.
Level of creativity kind of indicated by the name, but we're too polite to say so.
Dank old cabin repossessed by indie squatters and their pet hipper-than-thou juke.
Tattooed Williams wannabes drown in $2 beers, dream of the lonesome crowded west.
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