Ride to Brooklyn

Funny how many towns and cities in the Northwest have the same names as Eastern cities.......Portland, Toledo, Aberdeen, and Detroit are just a few I can think of right off.  Today we rode to Brooklyn, and if it is named after the place in New York, it couldn't be further from the original in every way........... size, distance, and certainly ideology.  

Our destination was the historic Brooklyn Tavern.  It even has a website (of course): http://historicbrooklyntavern.com/AboutUs.htm.

I love funky bars and taverns, and our local Nick's Bar and Grill is right up there in funkyville.  Let me tell you, though, the Brooklyn Tavern is the funk palace.  Check it out (click on all photos to enlarge): 

Note the yellow UTV parked out front.  No license needed to drive to the bar in Brooklyn!  The sign for the place is so faded that we passed it up at first even though it is right on the road.  But who needs a sign?  All the locals know where it is, right?

This is the bar:

And this is the foot of the bar:

That's a trough of water running down between the bar and the stools.  They call it a "snooze bar"........... snooze as in chewing tobacco.  You can just spit in the trough rather than on the floor.  How cool is that?

Here is part of the ceiling: 

Here is Ross and Orv at lunch:

While we were waiting to order a woman came over and offered us some large pieces of smoked salmon.  She said today was the day they have their AA meeting and it is a potluck.  The delicious salmon was somebody's contribution.  After I thought about it for awhile I just had to ask the barmaid if they were really holding an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting in a Tavern with everybody drinking beer.  She said it wasn't a real Alcoholics Anonymous meeting.  I guess they were just trying to qualify for membership.  

The parking area for the tavern was dirt with a little paving provided by bottle caps:

The Funk Factor didn't end at the tavern either.  Here is the town weather station:

I would return often to the Brooklyn Tavern if it wasn't so far away, and if it didn't have the problem of having a seven mile section of unpaved road leaving town.  My sport bike doesn't like rocky dirt roads.  

Big Mike:  bummer you didn't make the ride; it was your kind of place.