Bar Tabac--Brooklyn

718.923.0918

After visiting an artist friend in Cobble Hill we decided to try Bar Tabac, on Smith Street. A hopping joint full of black haired sex pots serving food in push up bras and tight black clothing, Bar Tabac is a neighborhood standby not a destination spot. Though it didn’t necessarily make culinary promises, it also didn’t deliver a memorable culinary experience. By far and away the most notable feature of this restaurant is the old fashioned foosball table sitting smack dab in the bar. Regretfully, the dark lights and subtly sultry setting swept my girlfriend away, forcing me to sit before I could play a game and teach some middle aged graphic designer a lesson.

I would love to go on and on about the menu, but it was a French Bistro. If you’re reading a restaurant review and don’t know the predictability menu of a French Bistro then move back to Iowa. The food was average, as was the service, sans an occasional glance at some cleavage. We had the Muscles and the Steak Frites, two anonymous dishes for a wine list that was equally anonymous and uninteresting. All in all setting us back $61 bucks. I imagine that on late nights the lights go even lower and there could be some interesting dance sex orgy party. Of course, this could also be my misogynistic fantasies getting the better of me. I would recommend Bar Tabac if you can’t make up your mind where else to go in the neighborhood. But whatever you do, don’t go with your girlfriend.