I miss late-night drinking at the Black Rabbit in Greenpoint, with it's "snugs", deep wooden booths with swinging doors that promise privacy.

Clad in dark wood and lit by candles and lamps, this Greenpoint bar opened in 2007 looks like it could have been pouring pints in 1807. With wooden snugs, a garden and a working fireplace, the Black Rabbit is an ideal date spot.

The Black Rabbit There’s a lot to love at the Black Rabbit, from the blazing fireplace to the Welsh rarebit to the endearing wee snugs, with their own swinging, saloon-style doors and “please send me more drinks” lights. If a bar could be a husky, handsome beau from the 19th century, it would be strange, but it would also be this one.

If the Coen Brothers were scouting for a Prohibition-era bar in Greenpoint, they’d stop looking once they chanced upon Black Rabbit with its prewar light fixtures, nineteenth-century floorboards, and flower boxes in the windows. Booths outfitted with saloon-style swinging doors are so private that you’ll need to button-activate a lightbulb to get your waiter’s attention. But that’s just the sort of detail that Ethan and Joel get off on. Sure, house concoctions like the Black List (rye whiskey, liquid ginger and lemon juice) and menu items like tangy Welsh rarebit read a little too British pub, but there are plot points to be found in such digressions. A garden with picnic tables is open until 10 p.m.; the sumptuous interior, complete with working fireplace, suggests cinematical possibilities on a snowy evening.

Q: What cozy bar on a landmarked block has a fireplace for winter, a back garden for summer, dark-wood booths (“snugs”) with saloon doors for clandestine date-night canoodling in any season, and jovial Nerd Alert! trivia every Tuesday—five themed rounds (no sports; eighties pop culture favored), five questions each, plus bonus questions to earn free shots? A: Black Rabbit. Q: Who’s that mopey guy in the portrait behind the bar? A: The great-grandfather of the pub’s owner, Kent Lanier—tousled hair, penchant for the Smiths, hereditary pout—who could be found on a recent Tuesday pouring Black Rabbit lagers, finger-thawing hot toddies, picklebacks (juice by Brooklyn Brine), and gingerbacks (fresh-squeezed ginger, lemon, simple syrup). Q: “What should we name our trivia team?” (M.C.: “There’s an extra-special prize for really fucking good team names.”) A: “How about Beaver Fever? That was my Relay for Life team in ninth grade until Katie’s mom explained what beavers were. Then we changed it to Glowworms Limited.” Q: Did Beavers Unlimited best Air Bud Heart of Barkness or Blood Bath and Beyoncé either in questions answered correctly or in naming prowess? A: No. Q: Did all involved strive to follow the dictum hung on the wall: “Drink Talk Sleep Repeat Die Repeat Drink”? A: Most definitely

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