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Before you write off those bars that serve cocktails with five ingredients, homemade bitters, and a funny names, give The Jake Walk a try. They make some amazing concoctions. If you’re intimidated, there are also the usual drinks. To further entice you, the bar has a weeknight happy hour.

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Were I to run away from home for an afternoon, there would be worse places to go than the Roebling Inn. There’s draught beer, the park and water a few blocks away down Atlantic Avenue, cheese and crackers to munch on. Plus there’s a rack of recent magazines. If the bartender didn’t mind, I’d turn the window area into a little living room; read, stretch out, and watch the passers-by…

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The rain moved down Seventh Avenue from Park Slope, but tables got pushed under umbrellas and young families mingled with hipsters and others at Greenwood Park. The beer garden seems to be working, and the food’s not bad, either.

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61 Local, on Bergen Street near the subway, calls itself a public house rather than a pub. It’s a bar that is community minded: a CSA pick-up location with lectures on composting. The space at 61 Local is roomy, with tall ceilings, bamboo picnic tables. The beer is cool and people were enjoying the simple food.

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It’s a fine moment in spring when you can stop in a joint after work, have a cheap happy-hour beer, and read the paper by the sun coming in the window.

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A newish addition to the bars and restaurants on Fifth Avenue in the 20’s is Habana Tapas. Good drinks and good guacamole and homemade plantain chips. I never made it to the main menu.

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You can tell this is a bar and not someone’s house because there are framed warnings on the wall about drinking and pregnancy and what to do if someone’s choking. There’s a party going on, and it’s been planned early, so the kids won’t be tired and the hipsters coming later won’t be tired of the kids.

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Found some air conditioning on a hot day, then the hunger kicked in; needed a beer to wash it down, then stayed to watch the Mets lose. The Park Slope Ale House was a pleasant place to be – food and beer were good, and the sole stroller occupant was on good behavior. (Bob Ojeda’s doing the post-game on the TV.)

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High Dive, on Fifth Avenue and Carroll Street, is too clean and wholesome to be called divey, but I’m not complaining. Some restaurants and bars in Brooklyn don’t have air conditioning, but when it’s ninety-plus degrees out, I want to be cool. That’s how I ended up in High Dive – I stayed for the beer selection and the free popcorn.

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Sometimes on a summer day, you need an air conditioned refuge with snacks and cold drinks. Union Hall is large enough to accommodate private parties, bands, two bocce courts, a library, couches, large crowds… everything but strollers. On Saturday everyone was having cool fun except for the couple who tried to come in wheeling a pair of babies. “Sorry,” said the bartender, “we have a policy… no strollers allowed.” (This is Park Slope, so tots in bars are okay.)

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