Rbar

Good neighborhood bar. Cheap, decent choices of beer, nothing particularly special. Darts, Jukebox with good music, and pool
My kinda place

This is one of my favorite bars in Williamsburg, they always have two for one specials which is awesome me and my friends frequently visit and the customer service is always on point

The man in black, Johnny Cash, was born J.R. Cash. The J stood for nothing. And so did the R. They were initials without a root. The moral cowardice it must take to deny a child their God-given right to a name is incomprehensible to most. Cash made it. He succeeded despite having circumspect parents. The absence of a name came to define him. It came to represent his style and yes, hombres, his substance.

So what's it gonna be, R Bar? What lurks beneath the R? What hides behind the eighteenth letter of our glorious alphabet? Could be anything. What R word? Maybe it's an R person. We may never know. And, maybe, just maybe, that's a good thing. Then, the R means whatever you want it to me. It adapts to one's own fears and whims. Revelry. Requisite. Recompense. Recapitulation. Ribald. Ruin. Rot.

R bar. Indeed it is our bar.