Tryst Lounge & Bar

So there’s rumors that Dyker Heights Christmas lights are orchestrated by the Mafia, can anyone confirm that?
I was pretty convinced that this bar was definitely run by the Mafia.
This was pit stop on the way to Dyker Heights Lights. We had been drinking earlier and well, we also had our canteens and flasks with us to keep us warm while we walked over from Sunset Park.
We walk in and you immediately sense this is a man’s bar. No woman to be found except for the bubbly and nice bartender.
I make a mad dash for the bathroom while the others look over what possible drinks we could order.
I come out of the bathroom and Bond slips me a $ 20 and told me to go get a drink for the both of us. «Shots OK?» He doesn’t respond, and walks towards the bathroom. Great, I am left to my own devices.
I walk up to the bar and the bartender immediately chats me up. «Love you hat, it is beautiful.» Yes, I am sporting the faux furry faux Russian hat. And then she says to me, «you must be one of Jesse’s girls. You looking for him?» At this point, I am seriously confused. I order a shot of vodka for my handsome date and nothing else. I bring it to our standing table and then walk outside for a minute.
Immediately, another person chats me outside, «hey you’re friends look normal, you look like you’re ready to party.» I don’t make mention of this, just politely nod. And with that comment, I turn on my heels and walk inside.
Drinks are done, everyone relieved themselves from Nature’s Call and just as quickly as we entered, we left.
Probably wouldn’t hang out here, but if you’re in the hood, check it out. Friendly clientele (albeit too friendly), bathrooms available, a good rest stop before the Dyker Heights madness of lights and Xmas decorations!

I was happy to find this place because there are not too many bars near where I live (Boro Park). I was not expecting to be down this far, but I was having a drinking emergency.
Mostly ok.
Reminded me of Astoria sports bars I used to frequent.
Very clean and well-​maintained. It was unseasonably warm today, so the front was up.
However, I was a little put off because it felt like one of those neighborhood bars I shouldn’t have been at. I mean, did that bartender have to be borderline rude? I get that I’m not someone who looked like they belong there, but I mean, I paid, tipped, and was polite.
I’m one to jump on finding nearby dive bars, but this one really didn’t do it for me.