CommonwealthBar
Twenty-something drafts, the best jukebox in NYC, and a backyard for the warm months. We open at three.
Brooklyn's living room,
for the late shift.
We opened on the corner of 5th and 12th because we wanted somewhere to drink a bourbon and hear a Wire record without a $19 cocktail menu in our faces. That was the entire pitch. It still is.
What we built — almost by accident — is a bar that knows your face by the second visit and your drink by the third. The jukebox is real. The popcorn is free. The bourbon list runs deep, with a Kentucky lean that's slightly embarrassing on paper and entirely the point in practice.
Happy Hour
Four things we actually mean.
They remember everything. The good things and otherwise.
The jukebox has been curated. Wire, Dinosaur Jr., the Dead Boys. Trust it.
Take some. Eat some. Take some more.
It's a backyard, not a beer garden. Speak as if you live next door.
Eat well. Drink better.
A small ledger of what's on. The full menu lives a click away — and so does the bartender, if you have questions.
Don't take our word for it.
Best bar in South Slope.
Quaint little bar with KENTUCKY flair.
Treated as if you were family.
I wish we had a bar like this where I live.