Magazine article The New Yorker

The Johnson's

Magazine article The New Yorker

The Johnson's

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The Johnson's

369 Troutman St., Brooklyn

There are plenty of corners of the Internet best left unexplored, but, should you find yourself, for some reason, investigating that not insignificant part of the Web devoted to New York City bar bathrooms, you might encounter passionate opinions about Welcome to the Johnsons, a grungy Lower East Side dive notorious for its kitsch clutter, plastic-covered sofas, and epically grimy, graffitied lavatories. The Johnson's, its younger sibling, in Bushwick, is an altogether different story. BrooklynMagazine's "regional potty critic" sniped, of its latrines, "I was thoroughly unimpressed by the decor." But the Johnson's restroom aesthetic--clean, spacious, serviceable, a tad blah--is in keeping with the rest of the bar. Out front, there's an Astroturf yard with plenty of chill lounging spots, for dogs and for humans, including hanging wicker egg-chairs. The inside has the look of a retro IHOP crossed with your great-uncle's finished-basement rec room: tasteful sixties wall hangings, cheap wood panelling, a pool table, and many shades of taupe. …

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