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Farrell's
Rating Details »
- Nearest Transit:
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15th St (F)
- Good for Groups:
- Yes
- Accepts Credit Cards:
- No
- Price Range:
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$
- Wheelchair Accessible:
- Yes
- Outdoor Seating:
- No
- Best Nights:
- Thu, Fri, Sat
- Happy Hour:
- Yes
- Alcohol:
- Full Bar
- Smoking:
- No
- Coat Check:
- No
16 reviews for Farrell's
Farrells fucking rocks. not much more to say about it. You go there for the farrellizer and to do shots of something strong. the only bad reviews you're going to see on here about it is by yuppie park slope assholes who go to bars to sip wine and discuss obamas policies. people who go to farrells go to get fucked up, watch the game and have fun. If you dont like those 3 things(in which case youre an idiot) then dont go here. if youre a sensitive little pussy who cant take a insult here and there when you get involved in the convo then dont show up either.
I just read a review and the woman said they only had pinot and she wanted chardonnay or whatever...waaaahhhh, oh fucking cry me a river bitch. go someplace else. she felt awwwkward cause guys were looking at her... i dont know about you but isnt that called a compliment stupid? or maybe you just look weird. i dunno. in any case drag your dumpy ass back to carrol street and hang yourself with some recycled organic hemp rope and dont come back. youre welcome.
toodles.
This is not a first date bar. You're better off going with the crowd of mouth-breathing cretins you call friends.
It's bizarrely bright, which means all your flaws are plainly visible. Moreover, there's nothing on the walls except mirrors; if she didn't catch your hideousness the first time around, she can see it reflected anywhere she looks. Also, there's no music to bridge any awkward lulls in conversation. Essentially, it reminds me of a bar that has passed last call: they've flipped on all the lights and shut off the music, trying to get you to leave. But we didn't.
We stayed for hours, drinking huge $5 Styrofoam cups (32oz I believe) of beer. (Say what you will about the harmful effects of Styrofoam on the environment, but it definitely keeps your beer cold.) If you drink four of them, that's a gallon of beer. For $20. A good deal, but a bad idea.
The nine of us were the only people in the bar under 35 on a Friday night, and we had a blast, despite making the mistake of posting up by the ladies room. Everyone kept bumping into me, as I was sitting closest to the door. This is not a place to mess around with the regulars, male or female. I am absolutely sure that every woman in the joint could kick the shit out of me if provoked.
As she waited for the bathroom to vacate, one woman gave me the stinkeye as she lit up a cigarette. In the bar. I wasn't about to tell her it was illegal. However, since it was entirely possible she hadn't left Farrell's in 30 years, I asked if she knew about this whole cancer thing.
She did.
Do you enjoy walking into a bar and having everyone there stare at you like you're some kind of freak or an undesirable outsider? Do you like it when the bartender gives you an attitude when you order a glass of Chardonnay and he only has Pinot Grigio? Then after you sit down with your glass of Pinot, everyone continues to stare at you until you down your drink so that you can leave because you feel so uncomfortable being there? If so, Farrel's is the place for you!
My date and i happened to go to this bar last night because we had an hour to kill before our movie and it was the only bar within walking distance. Big mistake! I've never felt so awkward at a bar. We won't be going back there.
I love this bar. Ice-cold beer in styrofoam cups. How can you beat that? The large beer is HUGE. 40oz I think? They also have these tiny glasses for a $1. A no fuss, no frills kind of bar. Lot of cops, firemen & union guys. I can't say much for the decor but I love the old bar woodwork in there. GREAT place to watch local sports games. The crowd really, really gets into it.
Farrell's is an institution. Despite the fact that I probably know/went to school with/am related to most of the people in here on any given night via sheer Brooklyn lineage, it isn't the place I choose to spend my time. HOWEVER, I do come here for one reason--"the Container."
If you've never had a Container (also known as a "Farrellizer") at Farrell's, there's really no way to do it justice through words. Basically, it's like a 40oz styrofoam cup of draft beer. They used to come in round paper cups shaped like cylinders, but they moved to styrofoam about 12 years ago.
It is technically Budweiser, but tastes nothing like the normal piss Budweiser that comes in cans or bottles. Legend has it that Farrell's brass taps are so old, they chill the beer with a flavor that can't be experienced anywhere else. A Farrell's Container is like a styrofoam-guided missile of ice-cold alcohol straight to your brain. Here in Brooklyn, there's been many hearts broken, teeth knocked out, and babies made following a few Farrellizers.
Finally, one great new reason to patronize Farrell's: the new yuppie transplants to the area absolutely despise it. They want it gone. One fed-up yuppie resident in particular even went as far as to call it "A cancer in the community." Now, if that's not reason enough to give them all of your money, then I don't know what is.
First off, I fucking hate cops. On duty or off, they make me sick and inspire a kind of visceral hatred and loathing only reserved for people that harm my sister and religious fanatics.
Farrell's is a cop bar.
That was the bad, now for the good. Beer to go in Styrofoam cups! Amazing. A few months ago I helped my friend move from Windsor Terrace to Bed Stuy (good choice) and got a beer to go while he and his wife took care of a few last minute things. Did I get another? You bet your sweet ass I did.
Farrell's is also one of the most well-lit bars I've ever been to. The lighting is so bright in there that, if not fore all the cops, you could grow weed right in the bar.
I've noticed that some of the other reviewers mentioned that there were no women in Farrell's. The time I was there, I saw a youngish bar slut constantly throw herself at some fat, retired desk Sergent. The old, bloated cop wanted none of it. I couldn't believe that shit...I mean, the only woman to even think about entering that shithole in fifty years and he wouldn't even look at her. Fucking old, fat, piece of shit cops. I fucking hate 'em.
My friend wanted to hang out on a Monday afternoon for some drinks before we went to a concert. He said lets go to Farrell's...I had never been there and said sure why not. Glad we went, because the place is a hidden gem in this area of Brooklyn that caters to the hip martini crowd.
You walk in and feel like its time to man up, put on your drinking shoes and watch some baseball. The smell of this dank bar actually convinced me that its ok to partake in some alcoholic beverages on a weekday evening and not feel guilty. Great bartender...just a really nice guy who was busy keeping the surprisingly busy crowd happy. The giant foam cup is a must here, it keeps the beer cold and you have plenty to drink.
After two of them I was feeling pretty nice and if we had more time I would have ordered more. Do not let the "grill" part fool you...they do not serve food here,but if you are hungry there are plenty of food options right outside. This bar is also within walking distance to the Park Slope Pavilion...my personal favorite theater in Brooklyn. So this is also a great spot to pre-game or post-game before or after a movie. Great neighborhood bar...I will be back!
So glad I stumbled upon this watering hole...
Initially wandered inside in search of food but there is none, despite the large "Bar & Grill" sign outside. There was hardly a female in the place, and you immediately get the impression that the men here take their drinking seriously. Our initial disappointment about the lack of food vanished when we realized they serve beers in fantastically huge 32oz Styrofoam cups... just one block away from Prospect Park. I will be coming back every time I'm in the neighborhood!
A few years ago I was here around Halloween -- mostly against my will -- and a regular I was talking to ran across the street, bought me a small decorated pumpkin, and proceeded to present it to me as though it was the Hope diamond.
That incident easily makes up for the time a friend and I walked in looking for an assload of Styrofoam-encased beer and was immediately told by the bartender -- by sheer virtue of the fact that we were gals -- that "the margarita machine is broken tonight."
I'm now convinced that the only way to drink beer is by the quart. That's right folks 32 oz at a time. By the end of the night you measure how much you've drank in gallons rather than glasses, and if you ask me that's fucking awesome.
Farrell's huge styrofoam cups are genius, simply genius. My beer was never warm, NEVER. Maybe a bit foamy, but I'd rather have a foamy beer than one that's piss warm by the time i get down to the bottom of the glass. The atmosphere is great, old timey, worn in, and slightly rowdy.
I've been here twice now, the first I was a bit sick with the flu and I tried to drown my sickness with beer... it almost worked, I had fun, but was still sick as hell. Second time was St. Pats, no bar-hopping for my friends and I, Farrell's was all we needed, the first and last stop.
It provided us with copious amounts of beer, a shitload of rowdy people (we almost got in 2 fights, and what would St. Pats be without beer-induced brawls), drunken bets on horseraces that you can watch on one of the huge flatscreen TVs, and meaningless arguments about sports.
Oh, did I mention its cheap? If you're "ballin' on a budget" this is the place to go. A gallon of beer for 17 bucks. That's a price that's hard to beat my friends.
I stopped in here mid-afternoon one weekday. Most of the bartop was occupied with what appeared to be regulars, also most likely NYPD/FD. We found a spot to lean on (no stools, alas) and the bartender came over. "Bud," I said. "What size?" he replied. Now never have I ordered a beer and been asked "What size?" Draft or bottle, maybe, but never size. Now this has a certain merit, but it definitely was a deer in the headlights moment. I asked for a small, and was handed maybe a shot's worth of beer in a small glass, for a buck. The cops laughed.
There are old man bars, and then there are old man bars. If you haven't been going to Farrell's since before the Nixon administration, then you probably don't need to start now.
this is the mcsorely's of brooklyn. either the oldest or oneof the oldest bars in the borough, farrell's denied female patronage until shirley maclaine protested that stance in the seventies and demanded entrance while filming a movie in brooklyn.
no stools, well lit, and pretty much packed to the gills with fireman and iron workers, i have to say that i agree with shirley that i want in! rubbing elbows with new york's bravest whilst downing...not a glass..but a "container" of beer is my kind of party. beware, the container seems to be bottomless...it's the big gulp of beer.
just another aside, this bar was featured in the movie "as good as it gets" when the mother makes helen hunt "go out" for the night. not that every damn place in ny wasn't featured in as good as it gets but hey...i'll bet you didn't know that one.
I had a good time at this place, I really did, however one of the staff members while standing at the bar tried to get into it with me and my buddy. He thought we hadn't said "excuse me" which both of us had being as we are nice guys. He was wasted obviously but still left a bad taste in my mouth. As long as these older, I'm-trying-to-make-up-for-the-fact-that-couldn't-g et-laid-in-high-school types keep to themselves, this bar is amazing. Cold beers by the quart, and reasonably priced. My friends and I actually took our styrofoam trophies on the subway with us and disturbed the normal F train patrons. oh well, good times, watch out for a balding dude with glasses, he's miserable and is looking to fight people 1/3 his age.
I've never actually stepped inside Farrell's, but I've looked inside many, many times and since it's such a very important Brooklyn drinking institution, I feel that it deserves a mention. I've never really seen a woman inside, but I've seen lots of men grouped around the bar, enjoying their beers out of big styrofoam cups and quite often a little fight breaks out on 16th Street. The annual Park Slope St. Patrick's Day parade ends here and it's quite a party, overflowing onto Prospect Park West, with all sorts of neighborhood folk participating. One of these days I'm going to make it inside, but until then, I'll continue to walk by and wonder...
Have walked by on many occasions only to have verbal abuse flung at either me or my companions by the drunk and surly guys nursing their beers on the sidewalk. Insitution or no, it's the most unfriendly street corner in a 10 mile radius.
