Boobie Trap

Bars , Beer bars Bushwick
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Paul Wagtouicz

Boobie Trap

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Boobie Trap

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Pitchers of sangria and margaritas at Boobie Trap

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Barbecue chicken at Boobie Trap

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Jalapeño cornbread at Boobie Trap

When you hear “boobs and beer,” you think Hooters. But even that iconic paean to cleavage and canned suds gets some serious competition from this Bushwick bar and breastaurant from Iggy’s drink slinger Kristen North. Lady lumps abound at the brazen, retro-kitted dive—done up with hot-pink lights and heaps of B-movie camp—but hidden beneath the nip-slip kitsch is a surprisingly respectable neighborhood hangout.

ORDER THIS: Cheap-as-hell tall boys. Big-name domestic cans like Bud and Blue Moon ($4–$7) reign at the bar, but two draft lines sprouting from a naked mannequin pour one light (Pacífico) and one dark (Negra Modelo) brew. On the spirits front, jugs of margaritas are heavy-handed on the tequila, so your $25 is well spent—and at happy hour, they’re $18.

GOOD FOR: Letting your freak flag fly high. The bathroom ceiling is tiled with rubber knockers lit by a chandelier of Barbies, the gold zebra-printed walls are nailed with ’90s troll dolls and plastic dinosaurs, and a neon sign boldly proclaims fuck off from behind the bar. Play rounds of childhood favorites like Monopoly on tables with built-in boards or snatch nudie coloring pages and crayons from the bartender, who will be dressed in a cheerleader’s uniform.

THE CLINCHER: For a bar heavy on gimmick, the down-home Southern grub is remarkably on point. Smoked meats, including tender, braised chicken with a mesquite bite ($9), and sides like Cajun macaroni and cheese ($3) and fluffy jalapeño cornbread muffins ($2), are doled out in carboard boats on plastic cafeteria trays. A six-pack holster of squeeze bottles filled with house-made barbecue sauces—spicy, mustard, even blueberry—are also at your finger-lickin’ disposal. As one PBR-glugging, tattooed Bushwickian said, “Come for the boobs, stay for the barbecue.”

Venue name: Boobie Trap
Contact:
Address: 308 Bleecker St
NY
11237
Cross street: between Irving and Wyckoff Aves
Opening hours: Mon–Sat noon–4am, Sun noon–midnight
Transport: Subway: L, M to Myrtle–Wyckoff Aves
Price: Average beer: $6. AmEx, Disc, MC, V
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lily r
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YES Boobie Trap. Just when you feel like fairly tiny this dive bar is trying too hard, you find the hanging file of topless women coloring book pages up for grabs (with crayons!) and realize, who cares?? A super fun spot to not really give a sh*t and kick back casually with some friends for drinks. And not to sound like a victim of the millennial generation (I am a complete victim of the millennial generation), but the "F*ck Off" sign makes for a great Instagram post (okay, i went there). The bartender's cheerleader uniforms are also hysterically awesome - in that very Brooklyn way. Take this place lightly and with a good sense of humor and you'll have a great time. It is also definitely worth checking out the pizza place across the street - Pizza Party (from the same owners). 

M.

It's exactly what I would expect from a place called boobie trap! I don't get all the sensitivity on the other reviews, it's a fun divey joint.


I think the only thing I would want is a more attentive bartender. You're awesome, just pay attention to your peripherals! I would hate to be the one to raise my hand or wave money for a drink.