Cyn Lounge

Cyn Lounge is the best kind of shithole bar. It’s small and dingy but the DJs are good and it attracts an easy going crowd. One time I was dancing with a couple friends so well that the bartender asked if we were professionals and kept feeding us free beers. Another time I just grinded the night away with a middle aged chubby, black lesbian couple.

Super dive bar, and not in a fun way like the Levee or the Charleston. This place is small, the bathrooms are disgusting, and it can get pretty cramped in there. Cheap, but I wouldn’t stay for more than a drink or two before bouncing to somewhere else

They’re Bumpin Warren G Rgulators, can hear It all the way down the street… Cali love in Brooklyn !!!

Stumbled across this bar last night. The old school hip hop lured me and a girlfriend in. I seen many reviews mention a juke box but there was a DJ last night. Great dive bar. Nice $ 5 Brooklyn lager. I overheard $ 11 for a hennessy and redbull in a small glass which would not have been worth it for me so I’ll stick to the beer. Not much room to dance but I’m not much of a hip hop dancer. They also have a backyard which is cool if you wanna grab a smoke or just some air.
WORLDS DIRTIEST BATHROOM. I was really disgusted and although I would come back to this place I will make sure I have peed elsewhere before entering.

Don’t bother searching for the name of this place you cannot find it. It’s nice that it is close to the train. I like this place but I find that it has some odd folks here. This lady which of whom looked like a crackhead keep coming over to our group being a little too friendly. I assume she’s one of those let me act friendly then steal your purse kind of women. Either that or she wants to go home with someone and be a mistake. I didnt trust her. The music is mixed with mostly hip hop. Towards the 2am hour Spanish music starts blasting and everyone’s on the dance floor.
:BATHROOM ALERT:
Seriously get any and all shots that prevent you from disease. Just opening the door made me feel like I caught something. The irony is that it says don’t pee on the toilet seat. Really? You should fix that nasty smell peeing on the seat might actually improve the bathroom.
There is an outside section that seemed questionable. I am sure some illegal things were going down back there. It was a pretty chill night for a Saturday. One thing that sucks is the service. Talk about 10mins to get the bartenders attention. I can’t even tell you the amount of times I had to move my hands back and forth even jump to get her attention. The prices were reasonable so that didn’t seem so bad. The one thing that was completely outrageous was the fact there is no air conditioning. I wasn’t even dancing and I was drenched with sweat. Get it together guys it’s a «cyn» to have a dance area with no cooling system. Some of the people didn’t have deodorant on so off the bat the smell as soon as you walked in after the midnight hour would make anyone run for cover. But, there was a great mix of people there so the people watching was entertaining.
In the end if your in the area for the first time don’t go into this place. If you a hipster this is not the place for you. If you do want cheap drinks and like to people watch this should be right up your alley. But please please please get an std test within weeks of using the bathroom.

This place is ridiculous!!!
The good– You will get CRUNK for $ 20 or less. The jams are usually pretty dope and the djs, people who dance here, people who drink here– Don’t give a fuck!
This is an untouched, not «trendy» in any way, un-​ironic DIVE BAR.
The bad– Its not gonna be pretty ppl. The walls and inside maybe don’t have lights?
In my memory I think of the streetlight coming in the front as the main light and color inside the place. Its dark, shitty, theres a barred in courtyard. You don’t want to go home with someone from this place!!! Seriously– whatever you do!!!
That aside, fuck it. 4 $ drinks, usually less. Good 90s hip hop and other thug style tunes. I repeat NO ONE GIVES A FUCK! I’ve danced in the middle of this place with one friend shit-​faced for HOURS. Its wonderful and horrible. Worth a try for sure.

Oh, no. The bathroom. It’s just horrible. The other reviews are no exaggeration.
I’d seriously condiser peeing before you get here, staying for a few cheap drinks, good music and a freaking fun patio, then getting the hell out.

Agreed. A dumpy dive bar. We stopped in here during the Zombie crawl. We stayed safe and bought PBR’s in the can. The place smelled, the bathrooms were atrocious. I would be surprised if the CDC discovered some new virus in there.
They mixed old school and modern hip-​hop. Danced with some girls near the bar, and then we left. Would I go back? No.

This isn’t no dive bar — it’s a DUMP.
I love dive bars. But this isn’t one of them. More like someone squatted, and this waste of space got squeezed out of their butthole.
Besides the beer selection on tap and the nice female bartenders — the place is a dump.
Now I’ve been here a couple a times over the years. I’ll give credit where credit’s due; it’s been on the same corner forever, way before Williamsburg got all trendy. The DJs used to play cheesy 80s stuff. But that’s where it stops.
First of all, not everyone likes Hip-​Hop. If that’s your thing, that’s cool, but it’s not mine. Yet I was willing to listen to some Hip Hop if you had this… but you didn’t…so…
The biggest offense I speak of? No air conditioner! I understand you’re doing the dive bar ambiance, but even the divest of the dive bars use some form of AC. ‘Cause not everyone who goes to bars are budding alcoholics. Sometimes people go to bars for some nice modern air conditioning. It’s like going to the movie theaters during the summertime. We know the films playing aren’t the greatest, but we’ll go for the awesome central air. C’mon now.
Another Unilocal reviewer said it reminded him of a legit ghetto dive bar. Yet even in the ghetto they have air conditioning.

A legit, ghetto dive bar that reminds me of the LES spots back in the ‘90s (not that I was legal to drink back then… err). Cyn feels like sin: it’s too grungy and dark to see anything. Bartenders were extremely helpful at suggesting beers, and even concocting a strange drink that my friend absolutely loves. The bar gets super crowded, but then it gets empty. Cyn’s a good spot for bar-​hopping, so expect waves of oddities. Also, this place isn’t really lounge-​y at all. Don’t let the name mislead you.

I have had cocktails at the Oak Room in the Plaza Hotel. I am not bragging it’s a fact.
CYN Lounge ain’t that. It is a dive bar. D I V E bar period. When I moved in to the neighborhood about four years ago it was the first bar I went into after work. Cold PBR and easy, unpretentious conversation as they played Breakfast at Tiffany’s on an old VCR behind the bar. What more could I
ask for?
What really makes this place a cool bar are the bartenders. If you are not a cool easy going bartender you
usually don’t last long. K’s Tuesday after work playground has become a favorite!

Checked out Cyn Lounge this past Friday while out on a bar hop night in BK, we knew nothing about the place never heard of it but when we were walking by the great music drew us in.(Old skool Ghostface Killa!!!) So we decided to stop in and have a round…
Drinks were a little below average, for a spot like this I was definitely expecting some nice drinks, because there is no ambiance no flash, this place is your dark dingy hip-​hop version of Cheers, very small it feels like everyone knows your name with a little Wu Tang in the background.
This is the place you stop by on your way to the next destination on the night, not the place you spend your night, but while you are here, you will hear those tracks you wish other places would play.
Grades
Ambiance– D
Music– A
Drinks– C–
Crowd– B–

Perhaps it was the color of my skin but I was requesting Maino from Kookie Kutter Khloe and her fake DJ friend, DJ Macbook Pro and shes looking at me like I just ate a baby sheep in front of her vegan ass. Ma’am not errybody likes Surjan Stevens and The Cure, you’re in Brooklyn, play some hood shit, be bout it bout it. .Do you know what I’m saying? The beers are cheap like the women (the only positive) and I feel bad for the security guards, I know they want to listen to Racks on Racks, not some fucking cowbell and yodeling. I read people are diverse here, fuck outta here, If you mean from different suburbs from the midwest then yes, it’s fucking different. *rolls eyes*

In an age where everything is Pan-​Mexican-​Scandinavian fusion, where some wannabe actor takes your order and brings you something you kind-​of-​sort-​of recognize, and then have to hear about some girl who claims to be a make-​up artist, but really just moonlights stocking the make-​up section at Duane Reade, rave about how much she loooooooooooooooves fusion restaurants– it’s good to finally discover a place that brings together something everybody loves and understands– drinking, the outdoors, and a place messier than your own apartment. When you enter Cyn Lounge, you have arrived.
We walked down N. 5^th towards Bedford, on a sunny April day in Williamsburg; adjacent to us on the side walk was everything I want out of life, an outdoor dive bar: graffiti on the stone walls, furniture that matches nothing– not even the other furniture, a bench and PBRs.
«Have you ever seen Blue Velvet?» Asked a fellow, PBR drinking, scarf wearing patron.
«No.»
“Really? It’s a good movie!”
«Never seen it.» I never really discovered what the movie Blue Velvet and PBRs have to do with one another, nor do I know at the time of this writing. But he was nice enough, as most of the clientle were at 4 in the afternoon on Sunday.
Outside, my girlfriend said to me «pretend your laughing really hard.» She then proceeded to take my photos and make some genuine iPhone artistry.
That is the power of Cyn Lounge. The walls are red. The beers are cold. And the atmosphere affable. Look forward to returning here sometime in the future.

Dance party on a Tuesday night in Brooklyn with a DJ spinning in a divey bar? Yes, please!
PBR plus a shot for $ 5 made me a content little lady (well, it was probably the five shots that made me content, but whatever). Nasty bathroom but was able to pee and wash my hands; that’s all I ask for.

How
You stay
Open I
Don’t really know
Among the much better dives and venues.

1 star for being refuge to freezing people on a freezing night
1 star for Sarah the bartender
1 star for extending the happy hour ($ 3 beers? yes please)
1 star for… the jukebox.
Ok really, this place is MADE by the jukebox. My friends and I kind of overtook the thing playing anything and everything ridiculous from Rolling Stones to Christmas music to Franz Ferdinand to Jay Z… but everyone else there loved it. Except for the one tall, socially awkward man in a yellow shirt who cut in and decided to play a string of selections from Depeche Mode. um…

It’s dark. It’s stuffy. It’s loud. It’s easy to miss.
BUT
The beer is cheap and there is a small sheltered area in the back for people-​watching. There are a lot of interesting people to watch, as well. Like the gals sitting behind us who informed us that they were going to smoke a joint, «just so we wouldn’t be surprised.» Better than cigarette smoke, at least. To be honest, I was only surprised that she mentioned it beforehand. And that she appeared to be very pregnant. Though it was Halloween, after all.
If you are in the mood to be entertained, this is your place.

THIS PLACE IS DISGUSTING AND I LOVE IT.
Forget the PBR and shot combo, forget the hot bartender, forget the graffiti scrawled everything…
And know…
THEY HAVE SQUEEZE ON THE JUKEBOX.
HELL YES I’M GONNA PLAY «PULLING MUSSELS (FROM THE SHELL)», «TEMPTED», AND «IS THAT LOVE?»
HELL YES I’M GONNA SING.
HELL NO, I’M NOT GETTING VOICE LESSONS.

Ok, at the right time of day, for the right person, this place is a gem.
You’ve got your outdoor den, your hot hipster waitress, a $ 5 pbr and a shot, and either some guy spinning something on his turntable in the corner or something completely rockin.
You know you’ve stayed past the stroke of annoying when someone throws on 4 buzz kill morrissey songs in a row, or the guy in the fedora starts dancing in his boat shoes. That I can even stand, or maybe enjoy. But when they all start groping and making out, or just being straight up strange… time to go.
Happy hourish time though, there’s no deplorable spill over. Its you, the hot bar tender, and the rest of the exalted day drinkers