P C’s Bar & Grill

With an acquaintance, I was asked to check out on this place.
I don’t think this person was coming here very long, from observance.
This is a small bar with larger than life prices, the bar is extremely noisy and
extremely inquisitive, I always thought woman were busy bodies…
the men here top them.
It’s an aquarium of assorted broken individuals, rude, loud, 50 questions,
the non relaxed and the unrehearsed, and individuals who think they can drill the
owner, and an owner who knows how to toy?
I also got to meet the walking encyclopedia, who knows just about everything from
sports to the beyond, and the alpha male who feels he hardly pays a cent for his
drinks and possesses the keys to the kingdom, don’t bet too long.
To me going in here was one shot test night and one of the biggest cancellations.
Someone had said there was food here: self serve. With today’s germs that puts
hygene to the test, especially what creature features that crawl in.
You need to bring your resume, face book page, and please bring a face mask.
If you stay here and study long enough, this place will consume as your guide
and make the next place in your search the winner.

Bay Ridge has a ton of sports bars, and this is another one I would add to my list if I was making the rounds. No frills. TV’s at the front of the bar, tables surrounding it, and Bud on tap. Prerequisites for a solid bar. You can tell there are definitely regulars who make that place their haunt. While the bartender gave my friends and I a disconcerting look, seemingly unsure if we were going to rob the place or order a beer, we all were able to be served and watched some bowl games here over the weekend. I chalk that up to us probably being the youngest people that have gone in that place in awhile. The older bartender is affable, and offered a buyback on three purchased beers, so you know the place knows how the business works. No food that I can see, but if I lived here, I’d be going a lot. Don’t go here expecting some Top 40 on the very modern digital jukebox that takes credit cards, or really any women to speak of, just let the classic rock music play and enjoy the ride.

I’m not surprised to see PC’s not yet listed on Unilocal; when nearly every other bar in Bay Ridge has made the grade. PC’s crowd is not really a ‘Yelp’ kinda crowd; they’re not interested in changing their routine; moving from place-​to-​place; sampling other bar choices; etc That would all be considered disloyalty; ‘jumping ship’.
And honestly, PC’s is just as good as anywhere else. For what you probably want out of it. And its nice to see regular faces every weekend. Plus, this is a family-​owned bar; a neighborhood institution. You gonna go against that? If so, then you’re not really the PC’s type of drinker, and good riddance to ye kid, you’re probably a ‘Sloper’.
For me, PC’s charm waxes and wanes. It holds its own against the onslaught of muslim stores now invading the block; it holds its own vs upscale ‘Schnitzel Haus’ a few doors down. Its essentially on the same par as Killarney’s and the Leif bar – both nearby dives – good ones – longstanding neighborhood fixtures. In fact, the typical evening crowd can often be the same folks –just spread out among all three spots.
PC’s is probably the brightest and cheeriest of the three – gets the most sun – nevertheless, its a sort of dusty, old-​coat-​closet-​type place; so hum-​drum that only ‘regulars’ (serious Ridge drinkers) even know about it. They wander in at 11 am on Sunday mornings even – right after church. But you don’t have to dress up to come in here, let’s put it that way.
All these are bars so seedy and mothballed and used-​up that even the dust – has dust on it. How long has it been since PC’s changed its sign? Or any of the bathroom fixtures? Or the kitsch behind the bar? No one knows. Yet, every holiday the place is bubbling with enthusiasm and people-​in-​plaid slapping each other on the back. Every gameday there are Giants/​Jets/​Mets/​Yanks pennants and jerseys galore. Its the kind of place where folks get together and take a bus to Atlantic City every month.
The crowd is older. Let’s be frank about this. I’m talking OLD. Older’n Methuselah. Just kiddin’…everyone’s still pretty lively and spry. Just don’t expect hot babe-​glances across the crowded room. Don’t expect romance to bloom in the glow of the wall-​mounted ‘NY Lotto’ monitor.
The up-​side to this, is that there’s less stupid shenanigans that infest other bars. You can come in and have a quiet pint if that’s what you want – or, if you’re in the mood for debate, you can challenge what really started the ‘Korean Police Action’ –and find plenty of stubby fingers being poked vigorously into your chest, you young whippersnapper!
Beer selection: limited. Coors, Bud, Miller, Blue Moon, Stella, Heineken. What can you do about it? Nothing.
Buybacks: will happen if you behave courteously and do not ask for them, do not expect them. Bartender’s discretion. Regulars get plenty of leeway.
Intangibles: billiards. Table isn’t *too* off-​kilter. Patio seating out back? Not sure.
Food: none. Except, a large and free hot buffet on NFL gamedays. Usually wings. This is a wonderful bargain.
Music: up until recently I would have said; ‘good’. Because they had a standard computerized juke. But now, PC’s has jumped-​the-​shark and switched to a disgusting juke which looks like a cellphone. How the hell is a man supposed to deal with this effeminate nonsense? Yes, it really irks me that much.
Overall: PC’s used to be a great bar where you could heal up; nurse various wounds and scars received in the course of a typical jangling week in New York. Soothing, unchanging. A place where no storm wind could really enter. Now… eh. somewhat questionable.
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