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1251 Castle Hill Ave, Bronx, NY, 10462
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Bronx, NY, 10462 - Phone (800) 246-7540
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Stephen O.
Best Tavern any where!!! been going since the 70"s I'm a Regular.So come by and buy a T shirt.Farrells is the place. Best Ice cold Bud's ANYWHERE PINTS OR CONTAINERS. ONCE YOU COME YOU'll keep coming back if you are into sports you will blend in. If you are a Civil service worker this is the place. Cops,firefighters,sanitation &transit ect,ect. Bartenders are down to earth. Just come and see for yourself worth a trip from anywhere.
(5)Don M.
Great bar,ICE COLD buckets. Friendly environment. If you want to know about the neighborhood hang out here for a few hours.
(4)Lisa M.
Love stopping by here to grab a cold draft in a giant styrofoam cup before heading to the park or elsewhere on foot. The bartenders and regulars are friendly and if you like sports you can find a nice crowd here to watch with
(5)Brendan C.
Farrell's is one of the old bars of Brooklyn. It takes a lot of criticism because apparently it didn't allow woman inside until recent years. The good news is that woman are now allowed. The interior has a lot of nice wood finishes and the service rooms are very clean. Bar Service was good. The Stella on tap was awesome and it came in a massive white styrofoam cup known locally as a "container". After asking for plastic lids for our containers we hit the road with our beers without problems.
(4)Ginger P.
Especially knowing the history with this bar and how they didn't serve women until the 70s when Shirley MacLaine pitched a fit, I was flattered when I popped in for a Stella on Super Bowl Sunday and a man approached me with one of the greatest compliments of my life. He said, "I've been watching you for a while, and you, madame, drink like a hooligan. I salute you!" Then he bought me another beer. I was right about this bar.
(5)Jonathan E.
The most authentic "real" Brooklyn bar in all of Brooklyn. They won't serve you a fair trade organic whisky drizzled over an extra large artisanally-inspired, hand carved frozen chunk of sub zero Fiji water. You get a Bud Light in a styrofoam cup. And you get such a cup because you can then stand outside and smoke your stogie or no-filter Camel extra strongs laced with mashed up asbestos. Heck, they didn't allow ladies in here until 1970-something, according to rumors. And if you order anything with crushed mint, they'll still kick you out - penis or not. This is a bar where you can get into a conversation with the person next to you, and 2 minutes later, he's saying, "that's a bunch of fucking bullshit." He's not starting a fight, but simply not agreeing with your premise. There are no conversations about fixed wheel bikes or what's hot on Etsy. This is old Brooklyn and classic bar conversation... sports, politics, where to eat for cheap, how's your momma? This is also the bar where all the firemen go to raise a cup to their fallen comrades on 9/11. That's why you should go there at least once if you really want to experience Brooklyn. Just don't order anything with crushed mint while talking about your Etsy bargain.
(4)Chris J.
Best and coldest beer I ever had YESSSSSSSSSS. One of the oldest bars around. You aint going there for foo foo fancy drinks or the ambiance. It is a Bar YESSSSSSSSSSS
(5)Eh W.
This place is horrendous. Though some will herald it as a true 'neighborhood bar' that existed long before Park Slope became what it is today replete with yuppies and liberals and whathaveyou, one experience here was enough to prove that these neighborhood changes have been largely for the better. I am no stranger to local dives, but this one has such an aggressive, weirdly xenophobic vibe that is impossible to tolerate (note: tolerance is also not high on the list of things they do well, as told by a non-white friend). Came here with my brother and sister-in-law and were essentially harassed by the local lecherous clientele that we left almost immediately. Hoping that it doesn't stick around much longer.
(1)Steve M.
The coldest beer in brooklyn, a lot of fun ,worth the trip to park slope for bud lighjt .
(5)Esteban P.
Just get a container and rest is history! I've been going to this bar since I was young " of course w/ people that can get me a beer" but it's a cool place to chill especially if your from that neighbor hood... Best beer in brook!
(5)Carlos C.
Yes, this is the spot. The spot where the true old School Brooklynites roam. The FDNY, EMT, Cops, blue collar, working class, neighbors, coworkers, comrades come and have a cold one. Even if its served in a large Styrofoam cup. Farrell's been a Windsor Terrace landmark since the 30's. Sure the area has been gentrified. But when I walked into Farrells I felt sheltered from the hipsters and Yups that caused the flight of old childhood friends. In Farrells it felt so genuine, thorough, so Brooklyn. Nothing pretentious, about this place. Come root for the Yanks, Mets, Jets and Giants. Farrell's is the place for a quick beer, and interesting conversations. In advance, Farrell's I appreciate your service for all these years and many to come.
(4)Mack P.
Lots of drunk cops and loud racist, a$$holes. Lots of meatheads bringing their 32 oz. to go cups out to their cars after a couple hours of heavy drinking... Nothing redeeming as far as quirkiness or uniqueness to offset the bad vibes. Look, straight up: this place is depressing, but if you just want to get drunk, I can think of worse places to do so...
(2)Dan M.
I guess due to inflation this place went up to $6 for a big boy Bud styrofoam (damn you, economy). I've been here for St. Patty's twice and it was interesting to be drinking outdoors in full view of the NYPD, but I think because this place is probably protected, no one said anything. The corned beef wasn't bad either. There's always a story here: from the Russian guy getting made fun of by a rowdy Brooklyn local for having a "funny accent", to me being told I was going to lose in the Fourth of July Hotdog Eating Contest (the sharp local assumed I was Kobayashi). So while you're not dealing with Rhodes scholars, I like this place for its close proximity to the F train and that you can drink two of the big beers (never 3, it's asking for trouble) and have a solid pregame before going somewhere else (there is on average about 1-2 women here a night, and most are well past their prime).
(3)morecawfee M.
A few years ago I was here around Halloween -- mostly against my will -- and a regular I was talking to ran across the street, bought me a small decorated pumpkin, and proceeded to present it to me as though it was the Hope diamond. That incident easily makes up for the time a friend and I walked in looking for an assload of Styrofoam-encased beer and was immediately told by the bartender -- by sheer virtue of the fact that we were gals -- that "the margarita machine is broken tonight."
(3)Briana G.
So glad I stumbled upon this watering hole... Initially wandered inside in search of food but there is none, despite the large "Bar & Grill" sign outside. There was hardly a female in the place, and you immediately get the impression that the men here take their drinking seriously. Our initial disappointment about the lack of food vanished when we realized they serve beers in fantastically huge 32oz Styrofoam cups... just one block away from Prospect Park. I will be coming back every time I'm in the neighborhood!
(4)John H.
The juxtaposition between this spot and Double Windsor, located right across the street, couldn't be more apparent. For all it's positives, Double Windsor is, at it's heart, a hipster/yuppie watering hole with a well curated list of craft beers and good food. Farrell's, on the other hand, is a blue collar haven of domestic beers served in oversized styrofoam cups. Don't get me wrong, I'm not being critical, I enjoy both settings equally. And, if you haven't yet, you should definitely drop into Farrell's and give something new a try. My friends and I stopped by for a "container" -- a 32 oz styrofoam cup of beer -- on our way out to a Brooklyn Cyclones game in Coney Island. Given our plans, we couldn't have picked a better place to do a little faux tailgating. The patrons of Farrell's are about as "Brooklyn" as they come. These are the folks that grew up in pre-gentrified Brooklyn when Park Slope was just another rough 'hood between the waterfront and Prospect Park. Just being around these guys pumped me up to cheer on the Cyclones in their game against Staten Island. While we weren't there for any major sporting events, I'm guessing that this place would be a blast for any NFL or MLB sports watching. This is the perfect crowd for sports -- guys that are passionate about their teams and aren't afraid to let that be known. All-in-all, this was a solid spot to kick back and drink a massive cup of beer and just enjoy being in Brooklyn. Farrell's feels old school without being overly dive-y or dirty. Definitely worth a trip if you're in the area.
(4)Annie W.
Beers in styrofoam cups. Big ones. And: The juke is a 5 star juke. Mostly pre-2000s music. 2 plays for a buck. Wine enthusiast? How's "red" or "white" sound? Come here if you're a person who likes a drink but not frills. Seasonal: decorations. Phone booth. Homeless get kicked out. "Not today," the bartender said. "Not today."
(5)Michael F.
Has been here since my parents moved when they were young and it was a real-estate risk. All of my friends' parents drank here. Five stars for being a landmark since my childhood. One star docked because of all the insults and cat-calls I endured walking by here as a long-haired adolescent. Seriously, I had at least 8 facial hairs, they didn't need to be so demeaning.
(4)Tom K.
Bud and straight drinks. Unpretentious, friendly, clean; all you need, nothing you don't.
(5)Jay L.
The only thing this place has going for it is the cheap styrofoam beers to go with a lid (to drink in the park). The TVs suck. The locals are not friendly, make fun of you within an ears shoot away, and then loudly when you leave. it's a shame the place is full of territorial ogres because the place could have a lot of potential.
(1)Peter D.
This is not a first date bar. You're better off going with the crowd of mouth-breathing cretins you call friends. It's bizarrely bright, which means all your flaws are plainly visible. Moreover, there's nothing on the walls except mirrors; if she didn't catch your hideousness the first time around, she can see it reflected anywhere she looks. Also, there's no music to bridge any awkward lulls in conversation. Essentially, it reminds me of a bar that has passed last call: they've flipped on all the lights and shut off the music, trying to get you to leave. But we didn't. We stayed for hours, drinking huge $5 Styrofoam cups (32oz I believe) of beer. (Say what you will about the harmful effects of Styrofoam on the environment, but it definitely keeps your beer cold.) If you drink four of them, that's a gallon of beer. For $20. A good deal, but a bad idea. The nine of us were the only people in the bar under 35 on a Friday night, and we had a blast, despite making the mistake of posting up by the ladies room. Everyone kept bumping into me, as I was sitting closest to the door. This is not a place to mess around with the regulars, male or female. I am absolutely sure that every woman in the joint could kick the shit out of me if provoked. As she waited for the bathroom to vacate, one woman gave me the stinkeye as she lit up a cigarette. In the bar. I wasn't about to tell her it was illegal. However, since it was entirely possible she hadn't left Farrell's in 30 years, I asked if she knew about this whole cancer thing. She did.
(4)Heather M.
This is my go-to to-go beer spot when I am on my way to a wild daytime event (see Hoboken St. Paddy's, Mermaid Parade) or to a movie at the pavillion in the winter (under the coats). This past weekend, however, I stopped in as a regular patron for the first time ever. It was after the Jets game and me and the crew had jerseys on. So we stumble into double windsor, where a nice woman was singing some groovy tunes. Nice scene, ALL WRONG for post-Jets victory celebration. We pretty much turned to each other and walked out and across the street into Farrell's, which was PACKED with Jets fans. Excellent. $5 bud or bud light in a giant styrofoam cup, and J-E-T-S Jets! Jets! Jets! all night. If that doesn't sound like a blast to you, you will probably hate this bar.
(3)Lauren B.
I'm not going to say anything new here, just leaving a 1 star rating to further lower this cesspit that's ruining perfectly good real estate in my neighborhood. If you're a woman, don't bother unless you're looking to be disrespected upon entering. Gosh I despise this place!
(1)Dan M.
I stopped in here mid-afternoon one weekday. Most of the bartop was occupied with what appeared to be regulars, also most likely NYPD/FD. We found a spot to lean on (no stools, alas) and the bartender came over. "Bud," I said. "What size?" he replied. Now never have I ordered a beer and been asked "What size?" Draft or bottle, maybe, but never size. Now this has a certain merit, but it definitely was a deer in the headlights moment. I asked for a small, and was handed maybe a shot's worth of beer in a small glass, for a buck. The cops laughed.
(2)Josh M.
Farrell's is an abomination. I am related to most of the people in here (married a girl I met here, and found out later that she was my second cousin) on any given night via sheer Brooklyn lineage, it isn't the place I choose to spend my time. HOWEVER, I do come here for one reason--"douchebag." If you've never had a Container (also known as a "styrofoam cup") at Farrell's, there's really no way to do it justice through words. Basically, it's like round thing that is able to hold liquid, and is not biodegradable. They used to make round paper cups shaped like cylinders, but they moved to styrofoam about 12 years ago. It is technically Budweiser, but tastes nothing like the normal Budweiser that comes in cans or bottles. Legend has it that Farrell's brass taps are so dirty, they infest the beer with bacteria that can't be experienced anywhere else. A Farrell's Container is like a styrofoam-guided missile of disease straight to your intestines. Here in Brooklyn, there's been many poisonings; salmonella and e. coli, and other lesser known strains. Babies are often plagued with birth defects when born from a mother who, years before, was exposed to the contaminants. Finally, one great new reason to patronize Farrell's: everybody with an IQ over 60 absolutely despises it. They want it gone. One fed-up "smart" resident in particular even went as far as to call it "a cancer in the community." The high school graduates who can pay their rent and have taste buds hold their breath and turn blue in the face, wondering about Farrell's because it won't go away. It continues to stand like a shining beacon of douchebag pride, defiantly thumbing its nose at the encroaching wave of college degrees, thrusting its hips in hot seething (angry?) passion. Meanwhile, Farrell's still draws a large crowd (around six people on weekdays), which means it isn't going anywhere any time soon. Thank the magic man in the sky who created styrofoam.
(1)S S.
Very cool Brooklyn-style bar. Down and dirty. Wood floors like the kind you see in the old Spaghetti Westerns. Old bar lined with local guys. Small, super thick beer glasses with ice cold Bud...just keep 'em coming. This place is the definition of a neighborhood bar. Back in the day it was a men's only drinking establishment. And although those days are long gone...it seems the spirit of that legacy lives on.
(4)Joolie T.
bryan: bro, let's take the train to get some beer. g: why the hell would we take a train to buy BEER, son? bryan: bro, they give them to you in these styrofoam cups! g: umm, you can buy THAT at the bodega too, yo. bryan: trust me, bro. it's madd chill. so we take the beloved F train into the depths of Prospect Park. i was thinking it would be a fun bar- filled with music, dancing and cool groups of people. this was my first real bar experience (in Brooklyn) one very cold february night in 2003. i was shocked to find that it was only a bar filled with men. if there were women here, they were only dragged to this bar by their boyfriends. i ended up enjoying myself, though. $5 beer. it's a huge cup, too. drink ONLY beer, people. trust me.
(4)John B.
An increasingly foreign concept in New York: the neighborhood bar. Not for the crowd who moves to New York for a few drinks after college. Not a bar where you'll have to suffer inane conversations about the Fiery Furnaces. And no "artists" spending Dad's dimes on salvia and beer, skinny jeans, and the rent. Buybacks, beer in styrofoam, and usually at least 1 decadently intoxicated older dude preaching to the bartender about sports. Last night's topic: would Pierre Garçon and Peyton Manning be good teammates if they played hockey together for Team USA?
(4)Peter D.
Not long ago they started letting women inside their establishment. More recently, they allowed these women to speak and order drinks. If you think I'm kidding, I'm not. This is a man's joint and you ain't leaving until you've had some beer spilled on you. The bathroom is replete with stinkiosity (message me if you know where that phrase came from. Don't cheat). I think they have other drinks but people come here for beer. Don't expect, a guest DJ, or a jukebox, or even an ipod shuffle for that matter. There is no music at all. All you will hear are babbling of drunken Met/Jet fans. Yeah, you know who I'm talking about. Ask for a Farrellizer and take it to go. The bartender will even give you a lid for it. Prospect Park is a block away.
(1)Sarah B.
It's aight. At least people are hype about the Mets there. I appreciate that. $4.25 is too much for Coors Light. It's pretty spacious and reminds me of the old man pubs I went to in London; sparse, uninviting, but totally relaxed.
(3)Colleen S.
Our friends took us to this bar when we visited and kept referring to it as the "man bar" because of the No women rule, which I found hilarious. Yeah the bathroom smells and it's a little dank in there but some bars need the dank. One way to judge a bar like this is to order a mixed drink. It's only a real craphole "dive" bar if they mix the drink so strong you shudder and they did it well at Farrell's. My friends all ordered giant beers that came in HUGE styrofoam cups.
(4)James L.
Farrell's defines Brooklyn. It is the quintessential Brooklyn bar. I'll describe a typical Tuesday, Summer evening. You walk in around 6PM and the Bar is already full; not packed, but full. Everyone just got off of work and this is the first place they went before they go home. The Yankees and Mets pre-game shows are on the TVs. An FDNY probie is sipping a gigantic foam cup of the most delicious and fresh-tasting Budwesier (the only beer they have on tap) while listening to a lifelong NYPD officer talk about how he saw Sandy Koufax at Ebbets Field when he was a kid. You buy your own giant foam Bud for $5 and strike up a conversation with someone. You don't have to worry about talking over music or the TVs because there is no Jukebox and the volume is never on the TVs; encouraging discourse over distraction. The games start and someone is calling the Yanks a bunch of prima donnas and someone else calls the Mets a bunch of wimps. The bartender converses with someone who has been a regular for 35 years. Someone complains about their job; someone else praises theirs. Someone yells about how A-Rod is a chump then claps when he hits a HR and laughs about it. A few people leave and a few more who work til 7 show up. You continue your conversation with a complete stranger as you order your second Bud and realize why you love coming to this place. You go home and eat dinner and watch the rest of the game before you go to sleep and get up to do it all again tomorrow.
(5)Charles F.
I'm amused that people are coming to Farrell's and ordering Chardonnay or telling bartenders that their order has been taken and leaving 1 star reviews. If you visit Farrell's and don't behave like a carpet-bagger goon, you'll find it friendly and enjoyable. If you're going to throw a tantrum because there's 'no music' (there is a jukebox by the way) or because there is one bar left in the area that holds a sense of neighbourhood as a higher value than an esoteric tap list and Edison bulbs, just go to literally any other bar in the area (hint: there's one across the street). Better yet, Fed Ex yourself back to Ohio. My wife is an army brat and I'm not even from America, never mind Brooklyn, but both of us are able to enjoy ourselves here because we order our beers large and behave and dress like human beings. The beer is cold and the bartenders are good guys, great place to watch a game too, but I suppose some clown will complain that the TVs show baseball and not Herzog films and leave a 1 star review.
(4)Krista J.
I loved my visit to Farrell's...this is what I think of when I hear the words "neighborhood bar!" The crowd on a Sunday afternoon is as interested in football as much as they are in catching up. There are groups of young people, and older gents, all drinking a pint or one of the infamous "containers" so that you can drink your beer in a Styrofoam cup o the street. The atmosphere is relaxed, the lighting is low, and you just kind of feel like you belong there.
(4)A A.
I would go easier on Farrell's bar then other people have. The great arrival of non-new Yorkers and hipsters to Park Slope has made a lot of trendy bars open up all over the place. Thats great. But Farrell's has been around a long time and you shouldn't judge a place unless you truly know the history. The no-women rule was not discriminiation at all, it was actually common in working class bars back in the day so that married men could go get drunk and their wives would know that they were at a no-women bar where there would be no temptation or games. The no-women bars actually used to be rather boring, men would get drunk after work together, a father might bring his son their to watch a game, it wasn't really a place for dancing or excitement. An old-school wife would be more comfortable with her husband going to a place like Farrell's then an establishment with women. This was typical of working-class bars back in the day(once again, I know its not PC) Obviously, with changing times, and people with more money moving to the area, they had to change their policy and modernize. But ladies, don't think the no-women policy was discrimination in the same vein as other types of businesses used to discriminate for skin color or other things. The older generation of women(those that haven't been priced out of the area by the yuppies) will tell you that back in the day they would PREFER their husband goes down to Farrell's for a drink then takes the train into Manhattan. ALL OF THAT ASIDE! Farrell's is a good old school bar. Nothing fancy. But if you want to drink beer and get drunk, go there and have fun. If you want nice lighting, cooler music, etc...then you have plenty of other bar options in the Park Slope area.
(5)Jerome R.
Farrell's is an institution. Despite the fact that I probably know/went to school with/am related to most of the people in here on any given night via sheer Brooklyn lineage, it isn't the place I choose to spend my time. HOWEVER, I do come here for one reason--"the Container." If you've never had a Container (also known as a "Farrellizer") at Farrell's, there's really no way to do it justice through words. Basically, it's like a 40oz styrofoam cup of draft beer. They used to come in round paper cups shaped like cylinders, but they moved to styrofoam about 12 years ago. It is technically Budweiser, but tastes nothing like the normal piss Budweiser that comes in cans or bottles. Legend has it that Farrell's brass taps are so old, they chill the beer with a flavor that can't be experienced anywhere else. A Farrell's Container is like a styrofoam-guided missile of ice-cold alcohol straight to your brain. Here in Brooklyn, there's been many hearts broken, teeth knocked out, and babies made following a few Farrellizers. Finally, one great new reason to patronize Farrell's: the new two-dimensional hipster-yuppie transplants to the area absolutely despise it. They want it gone. One fed-up yuppie resident in particular even went as far as to call it "a cancer in the community." The unwashed yup masses who showed up and moved here overnight hold their breath and turn blue in the face, throwing bitchy tantrums about Farrell's because it won't bend for them or go away. It continues to stand like a shining beacon of authentic Brooklyn blue collar pride, defiantly thumbing its nose at the encroaching parentally-funded suburban yuppie fakes who hate it with hot seething passion. Meanwhile, Farrell's owns the whole building and still draws a large crowd, which means it isn't going anywhere any time soon. Thank God.
(5)Andy H.
My friend wanted to hang out on a Monday afternoon for some drinks before we went to a concert. He said lets go to Farrell's...I had never been there and said sure why not. Glad we went, because the place is a hidden gem in this area of Brooklyn that caters to the hip martini crowd. You walk in and feel like its time to man up, put on your drinking shoes and watch some baseball. The smell of this dank bar actually convinced me that its ok to partake in some alcoholic beverages on a weekday evening and not feel guilty. Great bartender...just a really nice guy who was busy keeping the surprisingly busy crowd happy. The giant foam cup is a must here, it keeps the beer cold and you have plenty to drink. After two of them I was feeling pretty nice and if we had more time I would have ordered more. Do not let the "grill" part fool you...they do not serve food here,but if you are hungry there are plenty of food options right outside. This bar is also within walking distance to the Park Slope Pavilion...my personal favorite theater in Brooklyn. So this is also a great spot to pre-game or post-game before or after a movie. Great neighborhood bar...I will be back!
(4)Amanda S.
The National Institute of Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism defines binge drinking as drinking massive amounts of alcohol in a short amount of time. In a two hour span, for example, if you drink more than 4-5 drinks, you're a binge drinker. But if anyone's been to college, or to Jackie's Fifth Amendment on a Friday night, you know that binge drinking is pretty much the norm. We all live in New York, where you're physically and emotionally assaulted on a daily basis. Frankly, I'm pretty sure that the only thing that keeps everyone from murdering everyone in their general vicinity is the knowledge that almost all of us have a bottle of vodka chilling in the freezer, just waiting for us to get home. That, or a heavy dosage of Xanax. But really, our love affair with alcohol is obvious. Why else would buy one, get one free beer specials even exist? Why else would I have a power hour application on my iPhone? Because bitches love drinking. But of course, as anything worth doing often is, drinking is expensive. In college, I may as well have signed my bank account over to Darby O'Gills Irish Pub. I'm well versed in the practice of spending way too much money on booze, so that's why I was so excited to discover Farrell's, in all of it's divey, Irish glory. Dating back to 1933, this haunt was featured briefly in As Good as it Gets, and Shirley MacLaine apparently caused quite a neighborhood scandal in the 1970s when she insisted on being the first unchaperoned woman to be served there (via New York Magazine). But forget about the celebs--here's what you need to do: walk in, order a large beer for $5, and let the magic happen. Yes, you will be served beer in a 32oz styrofoam cup, but you do the math: spend $20 bucks and you've just bought yourself a GALLON of beer. That's quite a friggin bargain, people. Hellllllo, hangover, yes--but nursing an alcohol problem has never been so cheap.
(4)Joe G.
I'm now convinced that the only way to drink beer is by the quart. That's right folks 32 oz at a time. By the end of the night you measure how much you've drank in gallons rather than glasses, and if you ask me that's fucking awesome. Farrell's huge styrofoam cups are genius, simply genius. My beer was never warm, NEVER. Maybe a bit foamy, but I'd rather have a foamy beer than one that's piss warm by the time i get down to the bottom of the glass. The atmosphere is great, old timey, worn in, and slightly rowdy. I've been here twice now, the first I was a bit sick with the flu and I tried to drown my sickness with beer... it almost worked, I had fun, but was still sick as hell. Second time was St. Pats, no bar-hopping for my friends and I, Farrell's was all we needed, the first and last stop. It provided us with copious amounts of beer, a shitload of rowdy people (we almost got in 2 fights, and what would St. Pats be without beer-induced brawls), drunken bets on horseraces that you can watch on one of the huge flatscreen TVs, and meaningless arguments about sports. Oh, did I mention its cheap? If you're "ballin' on a budget" this is the place to go. A gallon of beer for 17 bucks. That's a price that's hard to beat my friends.
(5)freddy p.
Best fresh beer in Brooklyn, No atmosphere, take the beer to go with their 32 once to-go Styrofoam cups! You haven't tasted beer until you go to Farrells
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