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Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Brooklyn Heights: Henry Public

A couple of weekends ago, before the move, Emma and I planned farewell parties for our old neighborhoods. We felt, after the years of we spent walking, running, cycling, and enjoying the beautiful streets of SoHo and Brooklyn Heights, throwing a farewell party was the least we could do. Then we realized, we were actually the ones having a slightly harder time saying goodbye to our hoods than we thought. In the end, obviously the farewell parties were more for ourselves than anything. 

On this Sunday, in the early evening, Emma and I met a couple of our other Brooklyn Heights friends, at Henry Public for some goodbye Brooklyn Heights drinks. Some might find it odd that we were treating our moves, which was to Brooklyn or in Emma's case, a little further into Brooklyn, as if we were not just leaving the city, but the whole state of New York. 

I guess, technically, we feel we are leaving New York and moving into our own new little Bicycle Palace. But, that's besides the point so, back to the point. 

I was so excited to finally visit Henry Public, which is technically located in Cobble Hill. I can't recall how many times I've run by wishing I was sitting inside sipping on a tasty beverage while chowing down on a mouth watering cheeseburger, instead of panting away while slowly passing by. This adorable little antiqued saloon that once inside, brings you straight back to Walt Witman's Brooklyn, 1848. 

All of my friends have talked good talk about HP for years. Once again, it was another one I almost let slip away before the move. What am I talking about? It's not like I'm leaving New York!


NY Mag says it best...

According to Matt Dawson, a partner at Henry Public, all stylishly antiqued bars that attempt to evoke a bygone era needn’t be thought of as speakeasies. 


His, for instance, is a saloon, and one that serves cocktails made with Kold-Draft ice cubes along with grass-fed “hamburger sandwiches,” oysters, turkey-leg sandwiches, marrow bones, and brunch. 


Not only that, Henry Public, says Dawson, is “a nod to the history of this part of Brooklyn—Whitman’s Brooklyn—and the amazing people, ideas, and movements of the late-nineteenth century.” 



Which is not to say that Walt Whitman himself— a notorious teetotaler and thus an unusual inspiration for a saloon—wouldn’t feel at home at the zinc-topped walnut bar. He could just order an egg cream. 

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It was a nice relaxing evening with old friends. 




Plus, it's also fun to pick fancy cocktails. I always feel more sophisticated and proper. They are definitely stick you pinky out cocktails.




Next time you're in Brooklyn Heights, say hi from Emma. Plus, you should probably check out Henry Public. Eat a burger for me too!


2 comments:

  1. That looks like a very cool place!

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  2. I love the little booths there. They look quite cozy.

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