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Cheese-Covered fun at The Levee

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I first fell in love with The Levee in the same way I fell in love with watching old re-runs of “Cops”… I couldn’t can’t resist its guaranteed cheap thrills. It doesn’t try too hard,  just delivers a large drink selection for wallets big and small, gives us kids some games to play while we’re imbibing, and keeps some free snacks on the bar in case we get noshy. But just like watching an episode “Cops,” you’ll find yourself bleary-eyed at 3AM after just one turned into a several because there just wasn’t a reason to venture anywhere else.

Being a big fan of testing my motor skills by combining drinking with recreational activity, I am most attracted to the bar’s Buckhunter, large pool table, pinball and board games so I can get my slurred trash talk on. There’s also a killer jukebox and at 7 songs for $2, you can play your perfect game on soundtrack, or sing “Life on Mars” into the Buckhunter rifle (I’ve done this). Bowls of free cheese balls line the bar, and drunk food like Frito Pie and beef or veggie Sloppy Joes are just $4.

But my Levee siren song comes in a pint glass in the form of the The Beam Cream. It’s Jim Beam and Cream Soda served over ice, and dangerously delicious at just $6.50. Other favorites are the Gatorita, Gatoride and Tequilla, and the Dreamcicle, Stoli Vanilla and Cream Soda, which will also knock you on your ass. Best bet is to just have one, then switch to one of the bar’s huge selection of beer like Yuengling for $3 or Harpoon UFO for $5, all listed and priced on the blackboard behind the bar. All drinks are $1 off during the daily happy hour from 5-8PM, well worth whatever mess you might become after.

The Levee
212 Berry Street (at N. 3rd)
[Williamsburg]

Photo Credit: The Levee.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.