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Roebling Tea Room, Actually a Tea Room

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As I grow older and appreciate things like concert venues with seats and using a cold as an excuse to stay in on a Friday night, I find myself craving drinks beyond those that will get me black out drunk. Just kidding! But I understand that there are some folks out there who prefer a fine herb blend to a fine draft pour, and if so Roebling Tea Room is for you. And if not, Roebling Tea Room is also for you. Lucky you. And you! Truthfully, I didn’t actually think they would have tea at Roebling Tea Room. It seemed way more Williamsburg to ironically not serve the bar namesake.  As such, I was convinced to climb the stairs because of the $3 drafts, $3 well drinks, and $4 wine from 3-8PM daily; not the 75 (!!!) serious teas to choose from. Mexican Chocolate, Casablanca Melon, and Roebling Breakfast–their own take on its famous English forefather–are just a few of the $2.75 offerings. Brunch, lunch and dinner are served, including comfort classics like Mac and Cheese to more adventurous takes on chicken, served as breast, drumette and a meatball made from dark meat. For me, the most surprising aspect of the ‘Room is that it really does feel like a tea room. The light-colors, ornate couches and natural light make it feel airy and comfortable, not just a floor up from a loud Williamsburg intersection. The patio in back is a nice surprise, perfect for a late afternoon brew–whichever brew that means for you. Roebling Tea Room 143 Roebling St. (at Metropolitan) [Williamsburg] Photo Credit: NYPost.com

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Jill S.

Jill S.

Jill is an Ohio native and Boston University graduate who refuses to stop saying "pop" and wearing her Red Sox gear despite being heckled for doing so since moving to Brooklyn. She's been honing her thrifty ways since doing that silly thing people talk about when they ignore reason to follow their hearts and chose a career in the fulfilling but faltering music industry. She earns her beer money as a publicist and writer, and spends her spare time cooking, biking, and trying to decide if she's ready to get a cat.