Daddy’s

Daddy’s
NY BK North Williamsburg
7pm Thursday 9^th June 2016
Four Stars
We came Daddy’s because a friend was serving up some Chinese food. Diane is a writer/​blogger/​aspiring chef. Her website is
or IG is @eatingpopos. She served up some delicious Scallion Pancakes and Mapo Tofu. Daddy’s itself was an enjoyable bar. They had Happy Hour $ 3 Draft Buds. $ 4 Cans of Budlight (afterwards). They had a slushie machine serving Frozen Rum and Cokes OR Margaritas. The Bartender was entertaining and kept my glass full. If I lived closer, this would be my neighborhood bar.

Fun bar that’s several steps above dive, and not as aggressive as a sports bar (though they have the TVs). Good beer selection. Cool décor. Great times all around.

I had the opportunity to check this place out yesterday as my friend and I waited for 7pm to roll around so we could go to a Unilocal Elite event up the block. The first thing that stuck out to me when I walked in and got settled was that they were just beginning to blast Michael Jackson’s «Do you remember the time» — not only were they playing the song at the bar, but they were screening the 9 minute and 17 second music video. MIND BLOWN. It was like traveling back to 1991.
The rest of the music was things like Fleetwood Mac, Nirvana, Elvis Presley and this guy who sang a song while playing a trumpet and seducing women on a bridge and on a boat… his name was Phil something or other… kudos to whoever figures out who this is because I don’t remember his name, but this tune was bangin’. I was really feeling the music here.
The beer selection is decent. A few craft and a few classics. Happy hour meant some beers on draft were $ 3 and this was right up my alley. No need for me to get too fancy on a Monday night so I opted for a Miller High Life… ie. The Champagne of Beers. Indeed.
The bartender and folks sitting at the bar were cool peeps and we all enjoyed each others company as we watched awesome music videos and live performances on the modestly-​sized television up front.
Overall Daddy’s is a fun little bar with a warm, cabin-​y feel, a really fantastic Happy Hour and great prices without HH. I would totally go back here again to toss back a few.

5 stars because this place is the best but BRING BACK THE HOT DOGS.

First of all, fuck the haters.
I’ve been going to Daddys for 10 years. That’s right! It has always been my favorite go to bar, and that’s because, they’re just themselves, and that’s comforting. Anyone who’s written a bad review about Daddys just doesn’t get it because they moved into the neighborhood recently after purchasing their million dollar condo that’s construction disrupted my street for months. If those people want friendly service wrapped in bow ties they can go to the Richardson. The Richardson is made for you guys! And don’t get me wrong, I love a nice cocktail and some deviled eggs from Richardson, but you go to Daddys for a different reason because they are very different bars. It’s comforting that Don has been there since I’ve been coming, playing the standard mellow gold music faire of Gerry Rafferty or Dire Straits which makes me feel like I’m in a cozy sweater eating mac and cheese, you know, comfortable! There’d always be some AMC Classic movie on as well. I love Sam too and video Monday’s are the best! There has been a lot of changes lately, however. I feel like these bad Unilocal reviews are starting to drive the owner nuts. To the owner: you do Daddys the way Daddys has always been, don’t try to cater to these new neighborhood douchebags. Stay true to the brand, you’re a no frills, authenticity cool bar that make yuppies feel insecure and uncool so they have to write shitty reviews. Jeez that was long. End rant.

Great bar! Daddy’s is only 15 seconds walk from my flat in the north side of Williamsburg. This place is awesome, prices are good and they sell The Meat Hook hot dogs which are the best in town!

This bar is almost indignantly terrible. Cleanliness is non-​existent, which is scary for a place that also serves food. (Ok-​tasting Hot dogs) The bartender (s) –or at least the guy who is on duty most evenings– is unprofessional and insolent. Every single time we have visited, (still the cheapest place on the block) this bartender has been much more concerned with dj-​Ing the YouTube video playlist, staring at his phone, chatting with his coworker or plainly staring off to the distance far away from the bar than acting as bartender.
Often, there aren’t more than a handful of people in this bar (during my visits) and I can easily spend close to 10mins waiting for this bartender to care, despite the fact that most often, he is not busy. He just stands there with his back to the bar as if he were leisurely just hangin.‘
Moreover, the rest of the staff isn’t so great either. When friends and I have ordered hot dogs, we’ve been basically two of maybe another two people at the bar. When the order is done, the «chef» looks you in the eye, calls out the order and turns his back to the hot dog bar. Which can be plainly eye-​roll-​worthy because he is usually less than 5 feet away from where you are sitting and he’s already standing on the very same bar strip.
This is a long review – perhaps because I’ve been holding onto my disdain for a bit. If the owner is not one of these insufferable dudes who ive seen work at the bar, I urge the owner to make vast improvements before a Starbucks becomes more desirable to the space. (2 stars due to cheap drinks-​but even then, I’d rather drink in my home.)

One of the worst joints for miles around. Bartenders can’t be bothered. God forbid they allow a glimpse of interest or energy flow thru their unimpressed eyes. These are the people of the world who will purposely not remember your name and never make eye contact. Patrons not much different. Somehow this sleazy unimpressive place continually attracts the absolute textbook stereotypical hipsters; these people are absurd. In their attempt to demonstrate whatever it is this breed of hipster wishes to demonstrate, they’ve all ended up identical twins– and it’s embarrassing. The weirdest (in the worst way), most uninterested and uninteresting, exhausted milquetoast concentration of losers I’ve ever seen. Congrats Daddy’s, if there’s any justice in this world perhaps soon enough you and yours will have more to be miserable about, a different bar perhaps.

Daddy’s, I love it! You can’t get enough of these hot dogs and $ 3 beers! I had the Special dog: Ramblin Jack!

OK place. I always get turned off when yet another overly mustachioed Brooklyn bartender who missed his window for a PhD in Philosophy aggressively chats up his friends while I’m standing there awkwardly, waiting to order a beer – WHEN HE KNOWS I’M STANDING THERE.
Do your job, Chatty Cathy.
The reggae was very loud tonight for a mostly empty bar, and Daddy’s doesn’t seem to know there are 300 more just like it within walking distance that are friendlier and less cramped.

I’ve been coming here for three years as I found it to be a sanctuary to do some reading or writing while relaxing with a drink, but have never been so disgusted by the unprofessional and condescending attitude of the head bartender specifically.
This is about the closest place you can go to watch swine serve their own, while subjecting yourself to verbal abuse for not tipping more than a dollar for a drink on a weeknight, but only if you happen to be there when he’s there. Perpetuating the Williamsburg stereotype by donning a bald blocker picked up from a Judah Friedlander yard sale, paired along ironically with an antiquated prospector era womb broom, passive aggressively ridiculing the «new Williamsburg» patrons.
But if he happens to smells his own on you, you’ll be wildly entertained with his sophomorically topical harassments and aggressive demeanor towards patrons for their physical and sexual appearance. It’s a textbook example of an insecure man boy who pops a throbbing vein through his love gun, squirting machismo amongst his guzzling piglets feeding off the tits of ignorance, barley, and hops.
If you enjoy the experience at Ed Debeivic’s in Chicago, well get ready for the real thing in Williamsburg — except this time, it’s personal! (just like every other shitty sequel)

#One of my favorite bars in the neighborhood. The #hot dogs are really good even though they seem pricey. But they are quality meat. Also can’t beat the cheap #Bud Light Bottles here, especially during happy hour ($ 2).

You know what it is – a sleazy hipster bar. Reasonably cheap drinks, an astonishingly stupid clientele (great/​terrible for eavesdropping) and a bartender who loves nothing more than to pick his nose before digging around for a lime to put in your gin and tonic.

3.5 stars. Mixed feelings about this place. Happy hour has some super cheap deals. I really like the layout and semi-​dive feel. Sitting by the window is sweet on a nice day. But for some reason, I often get depressed when I go here. The clientele always seems miserable – trust fund problems, I guess. The one bartender is a huge dick and basically pouts whenever you ask him to do something. There’s also no reason to really sell hot dogs, but I guess people like it, so whatever.

So it seems my previous 1 star review got deleted, so here it is again! Rude rude rude bar staff.

This is a cute neighborhood bar. I went here for a nightcap with a friend and was pleasantly surprised. I really like that they offer ½ pints in case you don’t want to drink too much or so you can taste a bit of everything. They also have a kimchi hotdog which I didn’t get to try (bummer) but it smelled great!
I’m not a fan of the $ 20 minimum (really, guys?) and the bartenders could be a bit more attentive. You get what you get, and the vibe of the place makes up for the shortcomings.
Overall, I would recommend this place for someone venturing to Bushwick/​Williamsburg area.

Unfriendliest bartender I’ve encountered in all of East Wburg. Very sorry we came into your bar and wanted a couple beers and you, as the bartender, were obligated to give them to us! We would’ve come around and served ourselves if we could’ve. Sorry to have troubled you; it won’t happen again, believe me.

This place has awesome music and awesome happy hour prices ($ 2 for a bottle of Bud Light, I’m there!). If you’re into hot dogs they’ve got a nice selection, my friend had the «Hound Dog,» he said it was just okay.
The bartender was a bit standoffish which really threw me off. I felt myself wanting to leave just because of the vibe she was giving off.
$ 20 credit card minimum. That’s 10 Bud Light bottles. Nice deal!
I may come back on a different day with hopefully another bartender. This one really threw me off.

I think there are better bars in this area, but I like to grab a drink here from time-​to-​time. The best part might be their hot dogs, which I’ve tried a few times over the past year.
The bartenders are the largest weakness of Daddy’s. I find them to be quite stand off-​ish, with it sometimes taking quite an effort to have them come your way to ask what you want to drink. I don’t need someone to hover over me. However, I’m not too fond of waiting for a few minutes before a bartender acknowledges my existence, especially if it’s not busy on a weeknight.

Thumbs up. I didn’t realize that this was a Michigan bar, but given the uncanny amount of people from back home I ran into here in just one afternoon, it does seem to be.
Is it ’cause they serve coneys? It is ’cause they have Vernors?
I must say I laughed to see my classic beverage of choice listed on the cocktail menu (mostly because around here, I don’t even think of it as a «cocktail.» — Vernors + whiskey = «The Party Store.»
Good job, Daddy’s.
Friendly bartenders. Extra points for the margavezas.