Dumps, Dives, & Holes: A Dive Grows in Clubland
Legion straddles the line between dive bar and a club by the area’s standards. It pops off on the weekends, dance floor and all, but still works as a slightly depressing daytime joint. On Metropolitan towards Bushwick, it’s one of the last bits of hipster before Williamsburg fades into projects and 99-cent stores, making it convenient to both areas.
With exposed brick, wood floors, and appropriately dark lighting, it’s a solid space. A side door leads to an outdoor smoking area, perfect for cooling off or sneaking in. The giant front room segues into a thin hallway, and then there’s the back room. It’s private and windowless, perfect for shows. They used to book local punk bands in the back there, but it doesn’t seem to happen much anymore. I’m pretty sure it’s mostly used for their weekly ‘90s sing-alongs. I’ve heard they’re fun.
The crowd can go really any which way. As I said, it’s kind of clubby, so it depends of whether there is a promoter and a DJ with a name or if it’s just a normal bar night. Yuppies mix with punk kids, local weirdos, and hipsters. Everyone generally seems to have a good time, but it does harbor its share of douchebag lay-hounds so ladies, beware.
Best part: cheap drinks. Drafts run from $3 (Atomic) to $6 (Guinness). There’s no normal cheep beers on tap, which I find questionable but one with a more developed pallet may not. Sols are $5, Buds are $4, Rolling Rocks are $3. They boast the obligatory dive special: $5 for a beer and a well shot. With dirty bar prices in a pretty nice spot, one can’t complain.
Go on the weekends when you don’t really feel like "going out" but still want to have a good time. Don’t forget your ID as they door guy’s a bit of an ass, and it’s cash only so no tabs—which is probably a good thing.