Boobie Trap is, possibly, the most Bushwick of all the Bushwick bars.

It’s kitschy and boobie-themed, and if you want to play Hungry Hungry Hippos, you certainly can.

Just know that if you arrive late on a weekend, there will probably be a line. Mark’s where mostly tourist and college students hang out - so it’s surprising that this place isn’t actually the worst.

Just pop into the narrow little room, order something like a Gin Gin Mule, then accidentally drop some photos of a dog in front of a stranger. The clientele will be young, and you probably won’t be the most attractive one there. Ace Bar feels like the basement of a frat house, but mostly in a good way.

You don’t need to own the dog, but you should say that you do. Up front there’s a long bar, and in the back you’ll find darts, skee ball, and pool.

Stop by to hang out with a mostly-neighborhood crowd, and bond with someone who also quoted Morrissey in their high school yearbook.

There’s a chance your bartender will be dressed as a cheerleader.

So the next time it’s decent outside, head out there and try to make friends. It’s a big, long space with a bunch of tables, a jukebox, and a stack of board games. And, if you get hungry, there’s a menu of things like burgers, nachos, and tacos.

The bar itself is a little divey - but not in a smells-like-feet kind of way - and you’ll always find a good crowd here. So if you have some friends who want to go to 1 Oak, but you’d rather have a large dog bite you in the face, suggest this place instead. Kind Regards isn’t a club, but on weekends it sort of feels like one.This place isn’t a dive, but the drinks are still cheap, and you’re still going to find a crowd looking for a good time. This is Bushwick, so it’s likely that whoever you talk to will look like they just ran away from a small town where nobody shared their taste in music (and made a pit stop at a vintage store). Technically this is a restaurant, but the room in back feels more like a bar, and the whole place has a good energy at night.It looks like the sort of place Al Pacino’s Scarface would’ve partied at if he’d gone to art school instead of going all-in on the drugs thing.The ceilings are high, it’s objectively attractive, and it feels like one big hangout.