Bushwick Public House

I've really only spent time here during the day, so this is a review for the afternoon coffee experience, which is serviceable and worth a shot if you're in the area. Plenty of seating, nice staff, and generally laid-back vibe. Though the coffee isn't anything insanely artisanal or flashy, it does get the job done.

I came here with my friend Liv on my birthday. Long story short, I’ve been playing pool recreationally for six years now. Needless to say, I’ve played hundreds of games across the country and have slowly developed my billiards capabilities naturally over time. When I found out that Bushwick Public House had a pool table I was incredibly thrilled. Long story short, they have a smaller table and a wide variety of pool cues to choose from. My friend Liv was visiting from Philly and, long story short, we were in for the game of a lifetime. I ordered a small black coffee and she ordered an oat milk latte. We sipped our drinks slowly as we played. Long story short, I started out in the lead, knocking in two solids to open up the game. Unfortunately, my turn ended when I accidentally pocketed one of her balls. She then proceeded to deliver a series of devastating blows and shot 5 of the stripes in, leaving only one of her balls left. The custodian mopping nearby was highly impressed by her precision and laser-like accuracy and a crowd began to form around the table to cheer her on. My next moves were critical and I played as defensively as possible, ensuring that she was unable to knock her last ball in. Over the next few turns, I was able to equalize and we were neck and neck with only the 8 ball left. However, long story short, Liv was on fire that day and I knew that if I gave her any opportunity to win the game she would. The 8 ball was in the middle of the table and I called for a bounce shot to ensure that I wouldn’t scratch and lose the game. I missed. Liv was up now and the crowd began to chant her name. She walked up to the table, looked me dead in the eyes, and said “Joe, it’s time to go home.” She leaned down on the table with calm, unwavering focus as if nothing was going on around her. Just her and the pool table. Seconds felt like light years. Then… it happened: what we now call “The Pool Shot That Could Be Heard Around The World.” I’ve never seen a cue ball roll smoother on green felt before; the ball looked like a spry arctic wolf prowling on professionally mowed, stadium regulation grass. I felt the force of the balls colliding as I stood just feet away — the momentum of one ball hitting the next, the beauty of kinetic energy — forms of mass reaching for each other like magnets as the nature of gravity brings them together for a single moment only to then push them farther apart. My brain exploded and I soiled my pants. I felt a tear falling down my cheek as I came to the realization that I was milliseconds away from losing the game. The 8 ball vanished into the pocket never to come back again. I was defeated. Long story short, we had a great time at Bushwick Public House. The coffee was great, the service was quick and friendly, and, long story short, both Liv and I left with unforgettable memories that we will cherish for many lifetimes to come.