Big thanks to Chris Buckridge, AKA Mr. Mo, for pulling this shit off. This is a painting of Buddy, once the guardian of BGH. Buddy was that old-ass pit that you’d see Mike walking around Smith Street. The old bastard went north shortly after his 16th birthday. Chris got a copy of a photo taken by Sammy and gave it to the artist currently known as Paul. Paul painted this. It’s going to BGH. Buddy was a teetotaler, but you can throw back a Fernet for him. Get to clicking for the more bigger pic.
So tomorrow marks BGH’s two-year anniversary. Fuck yeah. Scheduling the party was a little sticky, so we’re having our little shindig Thursday night. From 8-10PM all of our drafts will be $2. This is a pretty sick deal considering some of the shit we have up now. Hitchino, Double Dead Guy, Saison Dupont. Fucking hell. We’ll also have food in the back. Not sure who will be catering it, but it’ll be solid.
This shit is nails. One of our regulars climbed Mt. Fuji last week wearing nothing but a a BGH shirt. The original Bar Great Harry is in Yokohama, Japan, so this is extra slick. Thanks, boss!
This has been out for a while, but maybe you haven’t seen it. It’s a sick video for a sick song from a sick rapper. Absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree. Enjoy.
Alright, fuckers, come down tonight. We are having a fundraiser for Lola Lola Dance Company. Tarot card readers, ouija boards, fortune tellers, and all sorts of crazy-ass shit. 8PM. GET SOME.
So Megan, Queen of Dogs, has an amazing dog that needs a home. I got Buddy through Megan, so we all owe her one. Find out about Rocky the amazing pit here. If you know anyone looking for a dog, please let them know. Little dude needs a home. C’mon:
We should all tip our hats to Jimmy Carbone from Jimmy’s No. 43 for starting the Good Beer Seal program. It is basically a collection of good beer bars in NY. As part of their ongoing efforts to raise awareness about good craft beer, they wrote to Mayor Bloomberg’s office requesting that July be declared Good Beer Month. And, shit, it worked.
Check a video of Jimmy with the official proclamation here.
Thanks to all the early risers for texting this morning to let us know that our little bar was in the New York Times. The article is about beer and food and closes out with some nice words about BGH. Thanks Eric Asimov!
Time to support local art and local artists, people. A good friend of the bar has had his film accepted into the Brooklyn International Film Festival. This year the festival will screen at the Brooklyn Heights Cinema, located at 70 Henry St.
The film will play twice: Sunday, June 7th at 5PM and Thursday, June 11th at 8PM.
For more information, tickets, and all that shit, check the official site.
The best way to see it is with a belly full of beer, BTW. You know where the fuck to get that.
The Department of Health and Mental Hygiene requires bars and restaurants to have a three-compartment sink for cleaning glasses. Sink 1 is for washing; sink 2 is is for rinsing; sink 3 is for sanitizing. This shit goes into sink 1, which has the spinning scrubber things. The tins are huge and last for months. We opened the new tin and discovered this:
Big thanks to Chris Buckridge, AKA Mr. Mo, for pulling this shit off. This is a painting of Buddy, once the guardian of BGH. Buddy was that old-ass pit that you’d see Mike walking around Smith Street. The old bastard went north shortly after his 16th birthday. Chris got a copy of a photo taken by Sammy and gave it to the artist currently known as Paul. Paul painted this. It’s going to BGH. Buddy was a teetotaler, but you can throw back a Fernet for him. Get to clicking for the more bigger pic.
Time to support local art and local artists, people. A good friend of the bar has had his film accepted into the Brooklyn International Film Festival. This year the festival will screen at the Brooklyn Heights Cinema, located at 
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