Brooklyn Central Booking

I had the pleasure of spending a night in this lovely establishment. Cell #10 was to be my home for 9 long hours. The dirt was real, I mean nobody cleans these kennels. Tiny, concrete-​box rooms with concrete slab benches and hard wooden planks as seat cushions. There were ten men crammed into this filthy dungeon. Most lay down on the concrete floor others writhed and shifted in the fruitless pursuit of some semblance of comfort on the benches. The air conditioner was roaring above us, maintaining the sub-​arctic temperature that forced us to retract our limbs into our meager garments and shiver endlessly in the buzzing glare of neon lights. One of the men was coughing violently all through the night and hacking up beside himself on the floor. There was no space to stretch as even smallest movements guaranteed touching someones foot or head in the process. The pain in my whole body was real, it set in a few hours into the night, my back and backside were in agony. The guards outside laughed and clanged all sorts of metallic objects around, arguing loudly and cursing at each other. The weather was so warm that most of the prisoners wore nothing but shorts and t-​shirts, I guess they didn’t plan on getting thrown into a freezer for the entire night. Breakfast was a box of Rice Krispies® and a school milk container, no spoons or bowls. You could also ask for a sandwich which came in a plastic bag and resembled split pea soup. One of the prisoners used it as a pillow.
This place is bad, you don’t want to be here, not even for an hour.

Had the worst experience. People are trying to do the right thing and pay their fines and get outta there. The ASC supervisor is the nastiest lady I have ever seen meet and spoken with. She talks down to the staff working with her, the police officers who protect her, the lawyers, and the people trying to do the right thing. She snaps back with remarks and is extremely childish. Shouldn’t one working in the courts system be mature and responsible?! Not this bitch. In my experience I was paying a fine. I had a notarized statement from the DMV stating I had completed a class and because is wasn’t from the county in bk (it was from suffolk county) she said I could pay my fine but have to travel all the way back there with proper paperwork. It was flippin motorized from the supervisor herself!!! I started to cry and a police officer helped me out. Took me to the judge and we fixed it right. I hope they hold a spot for her next to the devil Cuz she will give him a run for his money. Bottom line Dont get arrested in Brooklyn.

Compared to other facilities the coffee and bologna sandwiches were great. Didn’t give it 5 stars because the facilities for dealing with the «after effects» of coffee and bologna were subpar at best.

Quarters were cramped and a bit crowded for my tastes. Service was horrible and inattentive. And the place was a bit unsanitary. I would NOT recommend this place to anyone. quite possibly the worst sleeping accommodations I’ve had to date.

Today I enjoyed another lovely breakfast of whole wheat bread with yellow American cheese and yellow mustard. At first the yellow tones against the gray of the bread was a welcome contrast to the beige walls and cement floor but by the end of the meal it became an assault on the senses and overwhelmed my pallet. I discarded my left overs on the floor and was waiting for desert when one of my dinner mates informed me if I was here any longer he would make me his b! tch. I asked the host if I could have my seat moved but my request was ignored. I promptly gathered my belongings quietly waited for my check but the same rowdy customer told me fought back he would tear off my arm and f**k me with it. Over all the experience was one I will cherish and remember for years to come but I can’t say I will be eating there again soon