The Second Chance Saloon

All the years I’ve been coming here and never thought to write a review. Honestly, this is one of the only bars I have ever gone to where they don’t give a rats ass who you are and where you’re from; just be courteous, know what you’re drinking and tip your bartenders! Cheap beer, a pool table, and a yard. Wtf more do you want? Well here, you get some more — awesome bartenders, great people, open every day until 4am, and some pretty good music.

Best dive bar in the neighborhood. Cheap beer, good people, great music.

I felt at home the moment I walked in. A photo of Dio on the wall, Stella on tap, a pool table, two pinball machines, friendly bartenders, and an odd layout that slowly reveals itself to be perfect for drinking. Almost deserted on a Sunday around 9. I think I’m in love.
March ETA: Came back and was surprised to see the jukebox dark and rap being played. Guess it’s a bit of a mixed bag when it comes to the music!

Very strong Grand Street offering. I don’t often go to loud boisterous bars, but when i do, i like to go to this one. SKINS GAMES ON SUNDAYS WITH BURGERS. Super friendly folks.

I’ve been here a couple of times for different friends’ birthdays and I am definitely down for the fast service and cheap drinks. A really solid dive bar that plays great music and has ample seating to hang with friends and a huge table for a big group near the window in the front. It never gets uncomfortably crowded, which is nice. You can always grab a drink with a friend and still have a conversation. The service isn’t out of this world and the menu is your basic dive bar stuff, but it’s overall just a great dive to chill at if you are in the area. Definitely worth checking out.

It’s s bar, a damn good one!
Great bartenders, beer, pool… sounds simple but most places manage to F it up!

Great bartenders cheap drinks

Cool spot for great punk/​metal jukebox. The tunes are what I would spend my quaters on anyway. Whenever my husband and I are in East Williamsburg we make it a point to make a pit stop at the Second Chance. There is a lot of detais we look for in a hang out bar, a patio, cheap drinks, pool and a great music.
We were in here the other weekend and there was a «Redskins» game was on. I am not much of a sport person and especially football. That being said, there’s a definite energy that can not be competed with when it comes to football fans watching their favorite team. It made it for a fun afternoon.

punk bar!!! you want foot in face? say it!
second chance rule! second chance rule!

This cheap boozer not only has the best deals around, but is also staffed by the undefeated reigning champions of drinking beer in Brooklyn New York. FACT. Their stamina prowess combined with the Integral Focused to overcome inebriation has conquered the competition, Laid out the opponents clothes, read it a book, then pissed brooklyn’s bed all in the name of party. They also got Fritos

Great dive bar, if you’re looking for a place to drink alone in a comfortable environment this is it!

Alex is the best bartender on the face of the planet and she is so hot and is so cool and I tip her soooooo much money because she really earns it IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
PS overalls with no shirt just sayin

Nothing spectacular ’bout this BK watering hole. What you see is what you get!
There’s a pool table, decent juke box that places metal, lots open space for the dogs, plenty of seating, and a backyard.
A-​OK!

4.5 stars…
Excellent bar, hands down. It’s a spacious dive that has a lot going for it. They have a few booths in an alcove area, a brand new dart board, a pool table, and even a backyard patio with a couple picnic tables (it’s a fairly small back area that fills up quickly during popular hours).
Beer prices are some of the best as well. Drafts are $ 5 (except two $ 6 options and one $ 4 option), bottles are mostly $ 4 – 5 (though they have $ 2 Rolling Rock cans and $ 3 Miller High Life bottles). They also have beer and shot specials from $ 4 – 6. The only thing that would make me want to give them a higher rating is if they had food or a larger patio.

This place is pretty metal.
They also have fine pilsners.

Drink prices were cheap, drinks were strong, it played punk music, bathroom graffiti was fun to look at while drunk, and it had Washington Redskins paraphernalia which reminds me of home.
A table of people taking pics with flash cameras enraged someone who threw a glass at them and the crazy glass thrower left before there was a chance for her to be kicked out so uh, dont enrage the drunken punk crowd with bright flashes, lol.

We trekked from Maracuja, around the lovely BQE to the Eastern hinterlands on a pilgrimage that I had arranged. One with our sails set to West Brooklyn. Now why it is named this is not clear. Especially since it appears truely East of *things* ok does that make me sound like I’m still setting my compass to Manhattan standard time? But still on the map it is clearly *Northern* brooklyn. Nevertheless arriving at the hour of 11:30, the place was closing down for the evening, being more a café than a bar per se.
With that, and the advice of the bartender as to what other places might be like Huckleberry Bar, one that I’d visited before, he recommended Second Chance. Two blocks up Grand and I’m a little confused as to how much further, but we keep walking and eventually find it.
Second chance is your basic bar, with a pool table in back, and cheap drinks on offer. There was some sort of party that seemed to be wrapping up at the time, and I managed to lasso up one of the last remaining cupcakes. True story!
Meanwhile we surveyed the scene, but decided not to stay long. Next stop, Huckleberry…

This bar is fun.
They have $ 2 Schultz beers
Pool Table
Pin Ball Machine
A cute dog walking around
A great mix of music playing
And the most interesting bathroom I’ve ever seen.

Not
Made for
Bright colors,
Happy hour
Til 8, small patio, pool, and cheap beer.

«Stop licking me. Ew. Stop licking me!» was the main ejaculation of our Saturday night at The Second Chance Saloon. One of the regulars from the eclectic mix of this bar’s congregation would not leave our table of hot chicks alone. What a dog. No, literally– he was a dog. We decided to call him «Buddy» since no one at the bar would claim him as his owner or was too embarrassed to do so. Like Buddy, everyone else was just as social and welcoming, but without all the tongue action. It turned a frigid late Saturday night into an unexpectedly warm experience in the outskirts of South Williamsburg.
We chanced upon this place as an escape from the 10 degree wind chill. It was impossible to see what situation we were getting into from what looked like tinted windows up front, but we didn’t care. Our lips bleeding and hands cracking, this was an emergency case that called for electric blankets and alcohol. Bar to the left, seats to the right, no electric blankets but that’s ok– I’ll order the drinks, hut, hut, hike! We didn’t even need to rush to steal a booth. Seats were plentiful, and so were the potent potables.
The cheap beer and whiskey kept our fine butts glued to the booths as old friends played catch-​up and new friendships were cultivated. The jukebox music picked out by a biker with awesome taste was loud, but not so much that it overpowered our intense conversations about life, linguistics, and Brazilian waxing. Even with the dim pub lighting, it was easy to make out the handsomely rough patrons all the way in the back playing pool. More people spill out into the spacious backyard for a smoke and some continue to get overly excited during a heated discussion about politics. That damn dog keeps running back and forth, ignoring all my questions, but he finally gets tired after an hour and retreats to his booth, where he gets trashed on a pint of what I only hope was water in a beer mug on his table.
The longer we stay, the more this place starts to look and sound like Thunderdome. The only difference is that Thunderdome doesn’t let you drink for FREE on your birthday– hot! Wait, there’s Big Buck Hunter too? Bloodlust satisfied– red hot! Not so hot when a guy disregards my wedding ring and asks me out as I order another round at the bar. I find that the proper response in situations like this is to introduce myself accordingly with, «I’m not Capt. Walker. I’m the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket.» End conversation.
We found salvation that night in this most unholy shelter for freaks, geeks, and perky butt cheeks. This place didn’t need a second chance. It left a great first impression on me. I will worship the almighty alcohol here again and hopefully get some stock tips from Buddy when he stops being so stingy.