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Is quiet Windsor Terrace going to become Brooklyn’s Lower East Side? No, but the owners of two LES shops are joining forces to open a bar and restaurant on 16th Street and Prospect Park West. One of the guys behind Ludlow Street’s bakery/record store/gig space Cake Shop is teaming with the owner of Rivington Street’s Tiny’s Giant Sandwich Shop to bring a beer bar and eatery to the old Universal Video space. The biz, name TBD, will probably open in the fall, according to Greg Curley, the Cake Shop co-owner behind the Windsor Terrace venture. Curley says he and his partner hope to have “low-key” performances but that it’s not going to be a full-blown venue like Cake Shop. What it will definitely be, we think, is some new-school competition for Farrell’s.
Photo of Universal Video by ickyinbrooklyn; Cake Shop pic by small_device; Tiny’s photo by roboppy .


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  1. It’s an Archie Bunker bar. Lots of cops, firemen, plumbers, laborers and old men who play the ponies during the day. This is not like going to the Greenpoint Lounge over in Williamsburg, this is a Rush Limbaugh crowd that likes to fight people five on one.

  2. “drunken Irish” and “Irish alkies”

    Glad to see that brownstoners are equal opportunity when it comes to offensive generalizations.

    **insert offensive generalization of new-money, wanna-be cool people here**

  3. Brenda, I hear what you’re saying but ….

    Calling Farrell’s “quintessentially old-school Brooklyn” makes it seem like there are a bunch of sweet old timers hanging out there talking about the days of Jackie Robinson. I’ve been to Farrells. Let me assure you that there are not too many fans of Jackie Robinson there…if you get my drift. Its “old school”, but not in a good way.

  4. Funny, all the hating of Farrell’s…the place is generally acknowledged to be so quintessentially old-school Brooklyn that it ought to be transferred to the Smithsonian, Styrofoam cups, Irish alkies and all. No, I wouldn’t drink there (I don’t really drink anywhere), but it’s the sort of place whose eventual closing will occasion buckets of tears over the loss of “authenticity” represented by, say, an ironic cake shop and “gig” place across the street. (The Hamill brothers will write at least 50% of these dirges, but they’ll have a point.) The period during which the cake-and-gigs place will co-exist with Farrell’s will definitively bracket the Gentrification Sweet Spot for Windsor Terrace: the period during which you can drink like a hipster while pointing out great old-timey stuff smugly to your pals. The precious interval during which, if I may make so bold, you can have your Cake and eat it, too.

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