Clem’s

Cheap drinks, no food, no frills. This is a bar is eclectic, for the eccentric.
Also we share the same name, so I came here just to see if I can buy a t-​shirt.

Most diverse crowd in town on all measures — age, ethnicity, etc … — Incredibly friendly and kind on the wallet. Cold mug of Yuengling and a shot of Beam at $ 5 is just ridiculous. Free BBQ today on Memorial Day with a killer classic soul DJ.

Stopped in for a drink on a warm Saturday afternoon. The bartender was very nice and friendly. Was also very accommodating when we asked to change the tv to a specific baseball game. They also had some pretty cheap cans of beer. Only mild downside was the sign out front promoted a patio which was mostly just some chairs and tables out front on the sidewalk. But it was still good to sit outside with a beer.

Good dive bar. Crap drinks. Average service. Dogs drinking beers off the bar-​top. Drunks harassing each other. I’d be lying if I said I’d never gotten into a confrontation here.

We like popping in here for an afternoon «Federale» special, beer and tequila double whammy. It’s a long bar and when you walk in there is a tiny booth on the left and a tall table on the right. I love all the natural lighting. It’s on the corner and there’s tons of windows. Anytime we come there’s always some cool rock tunes on. Since, we come earlier, we never have any issues getting drinks and it’s never too crowded. I enjoy the simple décor and bits of taxidermy.

Patron: «…if you’ve ever, in the woods. What’d you do?»
Bro: «Excuse me?»
Patron: «I bet you aren’t the kinda guy that — garble garble garble.»
Bro: «I’m just getting a beer, man.»
***the patron spits when he talks, saying something completely unintelligible***
Bro (to the bartender): «Hi, how are you doing? Can I get a patriot?»
Patron: «Godd _​_​_​ed, motherf’er!»
***both the bartender and the bro look at the patron and laugh***
Bartender: «Cool. That’ll be 5 bucks.»
Bro: «Here you go.»
Patron: (aggressively) «Would you sh*t your pants? I’ve sh*t my pants before.»
Bro: «Man, that sucks. Sorry to hear that.»
Patron: «Wasn’t a big deal. But, I had the balls to – garble, garble!»
Bartender: «Here you go. Enjoy.»
Patron: (under his breath) «F*ckin p_​_​_​y!»
Bro: «Uhhh. Okay dude. I’m gonna go over there. Have a good night.»
Patron: «Garble, garble, garble.»

handsome weibs! master take!

Had to come in here b/​c of the name. Great atmosphere, awesome stiff drinks and nice bartenders. I would definitely hang out here again.

Cheap drinks, laid back atmosphere, and a decent crowd. I don’t get creepily hit on here (++points for all my fellow ladiez just seeking out a cheap beer/​shot special). Bartenders are friendly enough and attentive– no complaints. Good spot to avoid those who are just visiting Williamsburg to check out the «scene.»

Looking for a neighborhood bar that has a steady flow of people at all times?
Come into Clem’s. Just 2 days ago, snow was coming down heavily (which meant that the big windows of Clem provided a front row seat to people on bikes and cars, wiping out)…and I was there with my main squeeze from 11:30pm-2:30am.
During that time, we ran into 2 travelers from over seas, one incredible bartender (who served up amazing Old Fashions and a ridiculous adult apple cider), and were treated to amazing jams.
Soooo…several ***cough4each*** drinks later, my guy and I were… pretty damn drunk. And I asked the bartender if it was ok if we ordered a pizza, or food to have delivered to the bar so that our drunk asses weren’t stumbling home in the snow. He said…“of course… and, you know… we do have Hot Pockets here in our cellar.“
I made some sort of gesture that is equivalent to someone celebrating a touch down or goal at a sporting event… and said…“BRING IT! Of COURSE I choose a hotpocket over a legit pizza!” So, he literally disappeared into the floor… which my guy and I… in our stupor, thought was AMAZING… emerged, and within 5 minutes, delivered our hotpockets, so elegantly served on the actual box they came in… with a side of water.
It was amazing.
We were happy, a little less drunk, and reveling in the glory of having revisited the not so glamour parts of our childhood memories at a neighborhood watering hole.
So…what’s the word? — go to Clems. It’s what all the not so cool kids are doing.

A Tecate beer & a shot of Sauza tequila is $ 5. The Clemenade drink ($ 8) is tart & refreshing for the summer.

These mixologist really know their stuff. I ordered two lemon drops and mason jar of pistachios — excellent. Never been laid here though. Intercourse-​free zone.

. I’m back at Clem’s, and yes it was awesome. and yes you should come here. and yes they have clean bathrooms.
In all seriousness — Clem’s is kinda becoming my go to when I’m on the expensive side of Williamsburg — Looking at you Bedford.
Great bartenders and specials. I’m sold! all you other bars. Stop making shit complicated. Give me a buy back or a shot special. Its hard to get rid of me after that. I WILL GIVE YOU MY ENTIRE PAYCHECK. That’s at least 22,000 Dollars! (ahem ladies)
;)

This is a great little neighborhood bar — perfect for grabbing a drink before or after a movie at Williamsburg Cinemas. It’s simple inside; nothing fancy, but there are plenty of seats, which I appreciate, and the music is excellent. They have a good selection of whiskys and beers, too. I’ll be back next time I’m in the area; beats the hell out of the divey Trash Bar next door.

I really like this bar. It’s cozy and has a decent crowd whenever I go. The bartenders are attentive and make good drinks, just strong enough that you feel like you got your money’s worth even though they are served in small glasses. Beer & shot specials are great here, so cheap!
I even celebrated a birthday here one year and we all had a great time. Was not too loud so we could actually hear ourselves talk, and the bar setup was good for sitting and standing. Overall a great experience whenever I am here.
It isn’t too far off the path of the subway but it gets away from the huge crowds in the rest of Williamsburg, my kind of place.

This place is awesome really good happy hour, Awesome bartenders and the manager/​owner is always really cool and fun to talk too. They have tables and chairs in the front which are great to ppl watch from. They have a bunch of chips and lil bar food they heat up for you Beef patties, hot pockets, pot pies (Not that kinda pot but you can pretend tho) They have alot drink combo beer and shot kinda things but cant tell you what off my head i stick to bud bottle its 3 bucks before 8pm $ 4 after

Let me make a razor sharp cut to the chase:
This place fucking rules. What’s that? $ 5 for a Sixpoint draft and a shot of Jim Beam? Anytime of day? You mean… it’s not like a can of Schlitz and some nasty whiskey no one has heard of? FUCK YEAH x10000.
If I’m feeling festive I could opt for the $ 3 Tecate and tequila shot deal. Didn’t opt for it, but WHEN I feel festive I will.
Been here two times, and both times I just hunkered down at the bar, didn’t spend much money, slapped knees, slapped shoulders, guffawed, petted a dog, got free shots from the very friendly bartenders, and generally had an all-​star time.
You’ll make me an alcoholic yet, Clem’s.

I honestly wanted to like this place. I came here a few weeks ago with my lady to have some drinks before dinner as we had an enjoyable experience the week before. This time however, we felt as though we were persona non grata.
We were asked for our ID cards. No biggie. I comply, bringing our ID’s to the female bartender who was acting kind of skittish. She handed them back and I ordered two well drinks which were advertised as $ 4 on their chalkboard signs. She charged me ten. With slight hesitance, I handed her the money and took our drinks. I walked outside to view the sign again just to make sure I wasn’t mistaken. Yep, it clearly stated «$ 4 happy hour well drinks.» I approached the bartender and politely pointed out the discrepancy to which she bristly replied «Oh, really? That’s not right. It should say $ 5. We forgot to change the sign. So, uh you want your two dollars back?» She turned around and proceeded to reach into the tip bucket for two dollars.
There was an extreme air of condescension in her tone and body language, which pretty much translated to «fuck your patronage.» We finished our drinks and left for greener happy hour pastures.
Now, I don’t want to attribute this treatment to some sort of underlying prejudice but it sure as hell crossed my mind given the fact that we were the only brown, non-​hipster, people in the bar. I only decided to write this review because upon passing by two weeks after, the sign in the window at Clem’s was still advertising $ 4 dollar happy hour well drinks. Pretty damn exasperating. Don’t waste your time or money with this place.

Before I moved to New York, I rabidly and actively despised hipsters (there are a surpringly large number of hipsters in the Midwest, btw), and thought my cousin, who moved here a year before me, was INSANE for «not minding» them. I don’t know if living in Brooklyn wears you down, or if I’m getting soft in my old age, or if there’s already something inherently hipster about all New Yorkers, but I am generally not bothered by hipsters — or anyone — these days, unless they act pretentiously toward me, in which case I reserve the right to default to wanting to cut them. I guess it’s just pretention that I hate. This is an epiphany equivalent to when I realized that I don’t hate kids, just bad parenting. Whoa.
I have this «Anti-​Hip Williamsburg» list, which Clem’s is about to be added to, but the funny thing is, there really is no anti-​hip Williamsburg — just a more tolerant Melanie B., and hopefully by reading these reviews, a more tolerant you as well. I think you should go to Clem’s, despite the fact that the bartender and many of the patrons were clad in the most ironic outfits possible, because people are kind and down to earth in here, the bartender makes a delicious bloody mary with a sour pickle in it, and the overall affect is relaxed, laid back, and (surprise) unpretentious (I mean, come on, there is a taxidermy deer on the wall next to the American flag — I may as well have been in Ohio). It was a great place to recover from the anxiety-​inducing adventure of wedding shopping on Saturday afternoon — and even better, it wasn’t busy or loud, but the music was pretty great. I also think, but am not quite sure, that Clem’s is one of the older places in Williamsburg too, and it has a nice, warn-​in feeling that reminds me of home.
Thanks for making me more tolerant, Clem’s, and New York City. I thought it was supposed to be the opposite, but Brooklyn, you’ve done right by me. I still don’t think I’m ready to change the name of my list to just plain «Williamsburg,» though. ;)

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Narrow space, and
Uncertain times depending on the crowd.

Petit pub fort sympathique, à l’écart de la folie de Manhattan. Ici, pas de chichi, juste des personnes qui viennent passer un bon moment en sirotant une bonne bière. Les tarifs sont très abordables et parfois il y a des concerts. A né pas manquer!