I passed by Jackie’s Fifth Amendment everyday for a year when I worked at a diner in Park Slope, but I never went in until two weeks ago. I’d been holding it since Williamsburg, so when I walked in I said “Hi” quickly to the bartender, and kept running to to find a bathroom. The three middle aged people sitting and the bar and the bartender saw me squirming as I ran, and yelled “It’s in the back! It’s in the back!” and I went for the first dip in the wall, which was the men’s room, and my new friends yelled “No! Back further! Go through the door!” When I emerged from the women’s room, the locals cheered and clapped for me.
Jackie’s doesn’t look like the kind of bar that belongs in Park Slope. It looks more like your grandparents’ basement with a few more stacks of beer and a slightly more contemporary music collection. But it’s the kind of bar you wish was all over Park Slope, for the stroller pushing parents of Genvieve and Hermes to glare at. Sure, some of the other patrons played a Ke$ha song, but she was so excited about it that I didn’t care. The stools are covered in red vinyl, and have probably been there since the bar was built. When I plopped down at the the bar with my bf and our friend, we were all amazed that a shot of Dewar’s was only $4, Jack Daniels was $5 and buckets of six beers for $9! And the bartender always remembers your drink, and just asks if you’re ready for a second round.
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Jackie’s Fifth Amendment
404 Fifth Avenue at Seventh Street
[Park Slope, Brooklyn]