Bar Great Harry — Restaurant in New York

Tl;dr: Sucks to be blamed for a bartender’s credit card mistake, so I won’t be back.

Came in and ordered a round. Left my tab open and my card with the bartender, who was dealing with some issue on the phone. Went to close out after the round … and they didn’t have my card, or a tab for me.

I didn’t have the card. I asked them to look for it, and they did, halfheartedly, clearly insulted by my implication that they’d lost my card. They’d never lost a card in 9 years of bartending! Yeah, well, in 20 years of drinking out, no one’s ever lost my card, either.

Clearly they were not eager to find the card, or apologize, so I left my contact info and went home. Hours later, another bartender texted me: the original bartender had accidentally given my card to someone else, who’d returned it.

So the next night I truck across Brooklyn in the rain to recover my main form of payment. As I walk in, the original bartender is talking shit about me to another employee behind the bar: So incredulous I’d have the temerity to suggest they lost my card when … that’s exactly what happened. I ask original bartender for the card, and they slap it down on the bar. No hey, no sorry, no nothing.

Mistakes happen, I get it. I did get my card back. But being treated like a jerk, twice, for asking if they maybe coulda lost my card while distracted — which is what happened — means I won’t be coming back here. Which sucks....

Inoffensive dive bar, that speaks of the new Brooklyn. Beer selection is nice, bartenders not so much. They are not rude, just intense in a manner you expect in a NYC bar that is packed sees a high flow of patrons and knuckleheads alike. That's not really this place, with the occasional"knucklehead" most likely trying to play the part of a patron from a Brooklyn long since gentrified.

Unfortunately they do show little regard for neighbors, as patrons loudly loiter at all hours of night. An argument could be made that the bar was here and those that choose to live by it should adapt. I would say BGH should take that same advice and reign in it's noisy patrons, as the neighborhood...

Aloof disinterested mean bartenders. One time I went in with my girl who was a new mom and she brought her baby, they played death metal in a sad passive aggressive way to get her out. This bar smells nasty and it’s full of finance and tech bros pretending to be not. It’s bad. It’s a bad bar. It’s just still open because it’s the only thing open. I cannot emphasize enough how awful the service is, how bad this bar smells, and how awful the crowd is. Garbage garbage garbage. I hope the owners lose hundreds of thousands of dollars and file bankruptcy. Awful. Don’t go here. Go anywhere else. So many...