Belgians must think they’re soooo superior. Why else would they open these bars where all they serve is Belgian beers? Where’s the Bud? Where are the Coors and Sam Adams? Nevermind. This bizarre pub sits right behind the famous West 4th Street basketball courts. In fact, a couple tables in the dark, wood space give you a perfect view of the action as ten sweaty dudes run up and down the court calling each other names like “Mad Dog” and “El Pistolero.” The whole joint has a very earthy, laid-back feel to it, as the worn-in look and mellow barkeeps add to the atmosphere. Despite their lack of domestic brews, the place does pour a nice pint of Hoegaarden, and serves Belgian fries in a paper cone that are the perfect compliment to a cold beer. The apparent lack of lighting, strange botanical entrance and big wooden tables make this the kind of place your friends will marvel at and all Belgian beer-snobs will love to say they discovered first. [MF]
148 W 4th St.