Timboo’s Bar

Yay! It’s closed! I hope the old crew doesn’t show up when it opens under a new name and management.

Came in because I saw MNF on the tv and stayed for the complimentary hot dog (which I don’t think happens every night). Tara the bar tender was super nice. Brooklyn Lager was only $ 4

My birthday bar crawl almost came to a halt here because everyone was having so much fun. Special thanks to bartender Herbie who was so kind and friendly and made my friends and me feel very much at home. No frills here — just liquor, beer and an old school space to hang out. Gotta love it!

A great non-​dive dive. They haven’t been labeled a dive yet, because most hipsters, the arbiters of taste of course, have yet to deem them such. Screw’em. Good, local folks run this bar and great people frequent the bar. The juke does leave a bit to be desired.

I had an amazing evening at Timboo’s this week. Great bar conversation that restored my faith in Brooklyn.

The most righteous pre-​9/​11 karaōke session ever. And I loathe karaōke, which usually seems to be an excuse for the three heavily made-​up girls to tell you you’re a fucking asshole for not singing along to «Sweet Caroline.»
In between Lee Greenwood blasts, the younger people entertained with Hootie, Mr. Diamond, Britney, etc. An older woman, whose panache I’d admired on previous visits turned to me and said,
«I’ve got grandkids older than these clowns and I’d break they’s fucking necks if I caught them doing this shit.»
She was, of course, thereafter entitled to as many complimentary screwdrivers (her choice) from me as she pleased.

Oh the humanity. OMG… WTF. what did I get myself into… This bar is definitely not my crowd. I repeat, this bar is definitely not my crowd. (Help!:(
Old has-​been dorkey locals. Dingy, dirty, laughing, hugging, sweaty, laughing annoyingly, old people and the random alcoholic who doesn’t know what hit em. The best part of Timboos was the pool table in the back, (which happended to be where the twenty-​somethings were hanging out at), I watched and I didn’t even play. Sorry, but my stay here lasted 15 minutes… that’s my own personal world record in the bar hopping category. But the has-​beens dorkey folks will always patronize Timboos.

LADIES STAY AWAY, CRANKY MISOGYNIST (Saturday Night) BARTENDER (the balding, upper middle-​aged guy)!
First off: I would like to say that this bar is so crappy that it doesn’t even warrant a review but I am so infuriated by the inhume treatment I received that I HAVE TO WRITE ONE. First things first; I MYSELF AM A BARTENDER, so I know proper bar ettiquette (even at «dive» bars, since I work at one)…and this bar, or at least the Saturday night bartender, does not have it. He was an old (upper middle-​aged) man. But not a charming, wry, lovable old man, I’m talking about a bitter, angry, misogynist old man. He and his «friend» (aka some random crackhead) actually attempted to physically attack me (a friendly, nonaggressive, female) and another female friend of mine before we could even order drinks! Maybe it was because I entered in the midst of doing a sweeeeet, yet low-​pitched metal «slayer-​esque» shriek? Even though it was not at all «directed» at him, the dude got all frazzled and defensive and insisted that we leave (I guess he thought that we were some kind of a threat?). So he and his random crackhead friend (who later came outside and tried to hit on my friend and I, insisting that it was «only his second time at the bar», although two minutes earlier he literally had tried to strangle us!!!) got physically violent in order to get us out! They both tried to hit us and one of them tried to grab my throat! Being a bartender myself I KNOW this is NOT the protocol! And I just felt so offended and upset about this that I HAD to write about it. I would like to advise everyone against going to this crappy «sausage fest» of a bar; it seems as if they don’t take kindly to women. Lucky 13 (another bar) is about 2 blocks away and is TOTALLY AWESOME!!! They play good music (metal), have pole dancers and the bartender (Melody) was really nice!

Are you ready for some football! It’s not a bad place to watch a game. There are always seats and you never know what kind of food they will have, or if they will have any. When there is food you can always count on some crusty, burnt out old dude to be lingering around the food area (other than myself). As well, I was getting tired of having to walk across the street to the OTB. At Timboos, I can just call across the street.

Great dive bar — no attitude, cheap and fast drinks.

You can not beat this place with a stick (or cane for that matter). It’s got everything you could ever want, a fantastic jukebox, a stack of boxes of wine to choose from, a terrific bartender, good people, a pool table tucked in the back and more character then you can handle. They are also starting to bring bands in on Monday and Thursday night. I was there last Monday for Sato and the Mule and it was a good time! Nice to support the local bar and music scene.

Okay, I just moved in right above this bar last night and after carrying things up to the 3^rd floor, I needed a beer, and I headed downstairs to Timboo’s. It’s a dive, if you don’t like ‘em, you won’t like this place. But I love Dives. Cheap drinks and interesting people.
Right away the bartender, Tara, introduced herself and starting talking to us — super nice. She introduced me to the regulars, who yes, all have probably been regulars here since well before I was born. They all gave me a hard time (jokingly) because I was rooting for the Tampa Bay Rays against the Red Sox. All of them were nice guys and provided some entertainment for the evening in between innings.
After 9, they had a band come in — just acoustic guitar, keyboard and stand up bass. They played a mix of everything, but I especially enjoyed the Johnny Cash. It wasn’t loud, in fact, there was no mic’s even. It was totally different than what you’d expect to hear at a bar.
The beer is cheap, $ 3 for drafts, $ 10 buckets. You can’t beat that.
I really had a good time watching the game here — would I go here on the weekend? Probably not — unless I brought my friends with me. But as far as having a bar downstairs, it’ll be nice to have. If you’re in the area, I’d totally stop in for a quick drink with friendly people. The only thing preventing me from giving it 5 stars is the crowd — if it skewed a bit younger, it’d probably be my favorite place for happy hour.

i would bet my bottom dollar that the regulars at this place were drinking their cocktails before i was a glimmer in my father’s eye.
i liked this place. apparently, i was also the only woman in the joint under 50 on a saturday afternoon, but that doesn’t bother me.
the drinks were poured stiff, they were reasonable and apparently you can watch horse racing. (btw, do not understand the whole horse racing thing out here).
i will be back in the near future; and even if it’s still just me, two guys with canes and a guy with one leg AND a cane, i know i’ll be in for an interesting night.

I love dirty dive bars. Timboo’s taught me that I don’t love dirty, dirty, dirty dive bars.
But I do like cheap beer, quirky locals and the selection of motown and old standards on the jukebox. It was a little strange realizing that most of the other patrons were probably my age when Kris Kristopherson’s version of «Help Me Make It Through the Night» came out and now we’re all sitting there listening to it, getting a buzz together, watching baseball games.
They show all of the Mets and Yankees regular season games which is how I ended up there in a suit one Wednesday afternoon drinking $ 3 Heinekens, but they’re known for showing football on Sundays with a menial buffet.
The regulars have lived in the neighborhood for 40+ years, so sometimes I feel it’s worth going in just to hear their stories.

great place to practice cirrhosis while ducking drunk angry firefighters, contractors, goons, etc. a place for scumbags of all walks of life to hone their skills over a miller light.

We’ve all done it – taken a stroll down 5^th Ave. and wondered «hmm, what was this neighborhood like ten years ago before the hipster watering holes and sushi joints moved in?» For your first clue, look closely in the window of Timboo’s and read the yellowed sign: «New York Press — Best Brooklyn Bar, Timboo’s, 1998.»
Now, two questions arose upon seeing that: Did Timboo’s also feature 75-​year-​olds drinking their Coors Light at 8 a.m. on a weekday back in 1998, as it does now? Or was this joint essentially condemned to be the portrait in the back of Dorian Gray’s closet, looking worse and worse for wear as the dewy, fresh-​faced bars got to hone in on its action?
The world may never know.
But when nuclear war comes in and flattens us all, I fully expect the roaches and Timboo’s to be the two things that are somehow standing proud. Ours is not to reason why.