Spike Hill, the bar on Bedford Ave., is one of the first sights as you exit the L train. It's large open windows (weather permitting), beckon many an imbiber. The bar stays dark, even in the daytime, which to an Imperialist is a good thing. Plenty on tap, and usually a decent pour.Unfortunately this bar is touch and go. The following has befallen your humble narrator at this establishment: • Order of food taking 30 minutes and then told the order was forgotten. • Drunken day laborers smashing glasses. • Guinness poured 3/4 in a glass. • Bartender skipping a Roxy Music song on the iPod for a song by a Nu-metal band.
Not to say that a solid pint cannot be had here. Just know what you're getting into.