Old Carriage Inn

I love this place. It is a special little dive bar full of people who actually are from Brooklyn. The crowd is diverse, bartenders are always super friendly and you can indulge in karaōke and syringe shots.
I have heard that Old Carriage Inn is closing at the end of the year and I truly hope this rumor is not true because the ‘hood would be losing a great place.

America is defined by its dives and diners. Old Carriage possess the old world charm of a dive combined with the neighborhood legitimacy of a diner. Karaōke is king here. So is friendship and fairly priced drinks.

It is so bad… it’s good.

Preface: I know that my shitty review isn’t going to stop anybody from visiting this dump.
The acrid stench of urine, stale beer, sadness and defeat lingers long after the last alcoholic stumbles back to their parked car for a few hours of shuteye.
Do you know that uncle your parents don’t like to discuss at family dinners? The one that doesn’t come around anymore? The one who got so drunk that he insulted everybody and made lewd comments about your girlfriend before throwing up bile in the kitchen sink? This is where that uncle hangs out. He arrives at 8, pounds a few at the bar, then stands outside smoking Merits and yelling about nonsense with other forlorn uncles and red-​faced alcoholics.
This isn’t some lovely bit of neighborhood charm. If they cared about the neighborhood they’d clean up the area around the place that stinks like cigarettes, stale beer and piss 24 – 7.
It does earn one star because its so god-​awful that loud fratboys seem to avoid it.

This place is dead awful, we came on a Karaōke Saturday night, and the person running the karaōke was so racist that we were disgusted, and left…

Guys,
I am loving the negative reviews! Does Unilocal accept html tags? Because I would totally italicize the word «loving.»
Now that you’ve slayed Jackie’s, O’Connor’s, Harry Bolands, it’s great that you’re turning your attention to OCI.
We’re almost there, and we can’t let up now. We’ve almost created the mythical retail inversion where rents are too high for anything but chains and local tastes too posh for anything resembling a chain.
Don’t believe me, Unilocalsters? Just check out all the vacant storefronts on 7^th!
And why wouldn’t you want that fate to befall OCI? Is it because they don’t serve Troegs? Vermouth cocktails?
Is it because the jukebox has too many fucking Dean Martin songs? Because you’re worried that the guy in the Ironfitters t-​shirt will bag on your pince nez?
Because a normal bar de facto can’t be «cool» and you don’t feel validated unless you’re riding the trend wave?
This city used to be all right. People used to root for the Mets without worrying that the corn chowder at the ballpark wasn’t up to snuff. People used to live here who didn’t feel the need to dress like Super Nintendos.
But with your help, we’re pushing that shit aside.
Love,
Me

Dive bar atmosphere with posh lounge prices. Having been here many times, I am always shocked at the rates they charge for their poorly made drinks. The bartenders are not very friendly too and the whole place is just filthy. Use the bathrooms at your own risk.
One thing I will say is that they have one hell of a karaōke night with a great and active crowd that makes for a fun experience. This is the one saving grace for this dump. It’s a shame too because they are in a great location and have a ton of unused space in the bar. It only needs some TLC.

Saturday karaokes are amazing here. This place is a super dive, with a very neighborhoody– diverse feel. The range of musical choices was mind blowing. The karaōke host and the bartenders are so friendly, and the drink prices are about avg. We only came for karaōke, and it was great. There is a lot of audience participation. People don’t just sit around until its their turn to sing. There is allot of dancing and its very easy to start a singalong here.
Don’t judge a book by it cover, this place is worth a visit. P. S the G train is directly around the corner, great for a quick stumble home.

Friendly crowd and very friendly bartenders. Decent drink prices. It’s small, so it gets crowded pretty quickly. I’ve gone to karaōke night a few times and have always had fun. Definitely divey, which is right up my alley, but if you don’t like that scene you won’t like this place.

My neighborhood watering hole.
I don’t have cable anymore, so my Sundays are spent here watching the NFL on one of their six tv’s and/​or projector.
Place gets crowded enough to foster a good atmosphere for the games, and is far from the sardine-​pack bars you’ll find further north in BK or Manhattan.
Honestly — you wouldn’t actively seek this place out unless you lived near by, but for those that are local or visiting, it’s a great «dive» bar to grab a drink with a friend (and hear what they’re saying) or watch a game without worrying about an ex-​frat star throwing up on you then starting a fight with his bar stool.
Also, the karaōke nights are decent and the DJ has a set of PIPES on him!

Nothing fancy. Just a good ol’ local bar top hang out at. Old Carriage Inn is a local bar with plenty of TVs (playing multiple games at once) and if you want to find a seat on a Sunday afternoon to watch football, this is a good spot to hit up. Unlike the fancier spots, such as 200 5^th, you will never have an issue with hanging out with a group of friends and searching for somewhere to watch an NFL game. I’ve sat in here on multiple occasions with as little as 4 and as many as 20+ (during AFC/​NFC Championship Sunday) and we got seats for everyone each time. Most of the patrons can be a bit older, but there are 20 and 30 somethings here. I’ve never had any issues with anyone, always got the drink of my choice and never waited for anything. Definitely good to know that there are bars out there like this one where you can just sit down, relax, sip on a cold one and watch some football with no interruptions.

Stumbled in on a Saturday night. First experience was an extremely rude bartender. Maybe it’s her schtick to be rude and brash but I expect niceness and politieness from bartenders even in dive bars.
My friends ordered wings. BAD IDEA. They were heated up in an air fryer behind the bar and served to us by what I think was just some random patron.
Drinks and food were overpriced and it’s very dirty. Just avoid this place.

This hole in the wall is so close to home, i watch the games through that hole. I’d much rather frequent Dram Shop, but thats down the slope. So for those extra lazy nights to catch games or a decent french fry. this place holds up.
PS, meeting Lil Wayne’s correctional officers was a pretty dope convo too.

This friendly sports bar is the chosen venue for those in the ZogSports indoor soccer league. I think it’s chosen because not only can it fit large groups at one time well but it’s also two blocks away from where we play so yay for convenience!
The bartender is friendly, funny and lets us do our thing, even if that means we don’t leave the bar til 1am. It’s a no-​frills bar with a small stage, two pool tables and clean bathrooms. They do serve food here like fries, should you be hungry. It’s also only a 5mn walk to the 7^th Ave Station (F, G) so stumbling home has never been easier!
If you need me on a Tuesday night, I’m here hanging out with my team, drinking plenty of pitchers of beer and possibly doing a few rounds of shots. Whether we win or lose a game, we always have a great time at the bar afterwards.

Shady bar alert
What a good place too get stabbed*!
Bartender was cool
*I overexaggerate. We simply witnessed a stranger punch a patron in the back of the head and leave. Average thursday

This dive is very out of place on 7^th avenue… but we love it for it. NOT for the germ-​phobic.
The prices need to be slashed about 30%, across the board, for such a dive.
There’s always a couple of derelicts hanging out by the door. Where do they live? Where did they come from? How do they afford the drinks … at least until mgmt implements the price reduction plan suggested above?
They serve food? And people ORDER it? Oh goodness, I hope they’re up to date on their shots.
Nevertheless, I’m sure I’ll keep coming back here about once a month or two. For, you know … those special nights. Those OCI nights.

We had to stop at Old Carriage at the end of a drinking night (albeit end of this night happened to be around 930), because my buddy basically had to fulfill the only chance in his life to get a soused badge. He had been stumbling around Park Slope since his first pint.
The place is very dingy, but it knows exactly what it is. And I have lots of respect for that. Especially based on it’s location. Smack dab on 7^th ave, next to the hospital, and a real old divey sports bar.
Ive talked to the daytime bartender before and he was perfectly cordial.
Damn. I don’t intend to go back, but I think I just talked myself into giving the carriage a 3 star review.
I guess I’ll be back next time I’m in Park Slope getting soused.

What embarrassment. Day of Hurricane Irene, I walked in with my lady to escape the rain. I felt nerdy, as if Frank Grimes walked into Moe’s with a trophy wife.
As the heads turned, so did the devouring stares, reminding us that maximum occupancy is reserved for seven jersey wearing loyalists, and we should be prepared to exit after one drink. Fine by me.
For a dive bar, the prices are astounding. With the exception of $ 3 dollar High Lifes and Bud Lights, tap beers are $ 6.50. If you are looking to splurge, Guinness and Stella are an option for $ 7.00. Because of this, I won’t even enter the Old Carriage Inn for degenerate man night with my buddies.
Hey, at least offer a tag team recession deal of Genesse Cream Ale and a shot of Georgio Vodka. Like a busted chick looking hot after a couple shots, a better deal may improve the grim outlook of the bar.

[ Part 10 of Sophie’s April Weekend in New York series ]
I did not pick this place. I did not want to go to a bar, let alone a sports bar, let alone a sports bar with a karaōke event.
No.
I wanted to go to a proper karaōke joint with private rooms in K-​town. But it was too far for someone with whom we were meeting up and blah blah blah whatever — LAME.
Old Carriage Inn is a, eh, medium-​sized sports bar from what I saw: the bar and some tables in the front make it pretty crowded; then there’s a pool table, a little stage, and a back room.
I get annoyed very easily and make zero effort to hide it (and why should I?) — so when we walked in to a bunch of costumed women shrieking together to some horrible song on the karaōke stage, yeah, I was peeved. A few performers who took the mic later were okay — one of them was actually excellent but other than that, if I have to listen to Shania Twain again I will hit someone.
The gin and tonic that Boyfriend got me came in a large mug. This would have been awesome if it hadn’t been mostly gin, which I detest by itself. He paid something like $ 11 for that and his Budweiser or whatever that was. His friend was ignored by the woman tending bar just about four times, after which she gave up trying to order something.
I can’t write any more about this place. I’m sick of it. Learn how to mix drinks, acknowledge your patrons, and MAYBE then you’ll be on your way to becoming semi-​decent.
Next time I take a trip I’ll have things MY way. You wanna take it easy and relax? Fine, go home. I’m here to have fun. LATER!

I’d really like to like this place as it’s the only true sports bar near me. In other words, I have a vested interest.
But it’s pretty blah.
And it’s not really cheap — unless you are drinking the beer special (Miller light?). Otherwise, «cheap» house wells are $ 6 when it’s dead slow. That might seem decent for NY, but this is a place in Brooklyn that is usually empty unless there’s a big game or event (see Karaōke below).
I guess I’m used to sports bars out west, where you expect to pay premium during big events, but get deals when it’s a dead night. I’ve only gone here when it’s dead, and have not lasted long.
As for food, the staff orders take out from nearby places, which isn’t the best endorsement of their kitchen. And the staff don’t seem interested in cultivating regulars… never once have I got a «hello.»
It might be good for Karaōke or watching your college team, but otherwise I’ve only stopped by every 2 months to be reminded it’s nothing special.