I like the latest saying….Welcome to Red Hook- you made it.
The phrase reminds me of Key West, The End/ Montauk or even Alaska (the place to runaway if you’re a bad ass convict).
My discovery of Red Hook was first apartments back in ’06 Columbia Street/ Red Hook territory. I couldn’t go so deep and have my son damn me getting to school every morning on the F. I envisioned him with a skateboard or bike to the subway…but there were winters to think about. So I planted in Cobble Hill. Safe territory. I had to walk my dog at night and made sure my son did his chores the same.
I did however find the bike rides and junk shops in Red Hook at the time a cool place to venture. I had a car in Brooklyn… I could venture. I chose Red Hook for my evening get aways. I chose Red Hook for my dates. I chose Red Hook for my New Years. I chose Red Hook and the comfort of a neighborhood feel on nights when I was alone and felt the comfort of no one bothering me.
Sunny’s Bar in Red Hook. I don’t know Sunny… I’ve always been impressed by the band that I’d happen to catch…extra addition to a winter night.When I decided to open SB, I needed something of Sunny’s to be a part…that was Francis. A bartender at heart. His daring beard not belonging in Brooklyn and soft spoken demeanor added more for him to mix the dark and stormy even meaner.
To all New Yorkers transplants alike…Sunny’s is the bar with delight. Make sure you go on their site. The hours are off and the trek a hike. Get a bike or don’t…just miss out. Sorry Francis if you are overwhelmed…just enjoy the night. I wanted to keep you all to my self, but damn it…you’re just too good.
Thanks. + M
