I made this one a little off center because that's usually how I feel after a few good pints at the Brooklyn Inn, where this number was taken. The Brooklyn Inn is a classic old neighborhood bar, over a century old. It's one of those places so dusty and authentic where you can almost believe you've taken a time machine to get there -- and if you've taken the G train to nearby Hoyt-Schermerhorn, you most certainly will feel like you've done some time travel to get there, and not the recreational kind. But it's worth the trek. The atmosphere is welcoming and a more beautiful interior would be hard to find. The carved wooden bar came from Germany around 1870 and the ceilings are achingly high. On a weekday late afternoon or early evening, it almost feels like a cathedral, though much friendlier and with a better jukebox.