Yike! A four-bone rating! Yeah, this could work. What does “you can order in” mean? I picture a cat from Ho Lee Chow coming in the front and asking for the Cecil Adams party. Is that about right?
–Nott
That first link was supposed to be this one: http://www.realbeer.com/cgi-bin/realbeer/search/brewtour.cgi?id=3820
Which is more informative and has a link to a handy-dandy map.
Who needs directions?
P.S. I’ll go there from work, which will get me there around 7.
Why do I have this feeling I’m going to be the only one there?
Because it’s Brooklyn?
G, D, RLH:D
I’d LIKE to be there, but I need to know two things – one, how the heck do I GET there (hey, I barely know Manhattan, and now you want me to know Brooklyn, too?) and two, how the heck do I get to Flatbush afterwards so I can get home at a decent hour? If you can get me through those two things, I’m plannin’ on being there, though probably much earlier than 7 (since I get out of work at 4:30)
Somehow, get your ass on the R train. Get off at Union. Walk up the hill to 5th Ave (Union train station is on 4th Ave). Make a right on 5th Ave. Walk to 3rd Street. When you get to the corner of 5th and 3rd you will either be 1)in front of a small park-- if that is the case, cross to the other side of 5th Ave or 2) in front of The Gate-- if this is the case, proceed in.
Ordering in means you can get take out delivered to you there. The bar has a book of menus.
I’m really looking forward to this. Manhattan to Brooklyn on the M train, oh boy, we’re cooking now! One thing, though…I’ve never seen any of you before. How will I know which charming NewYorkers are you?
–Nott
If you get there after 7, look for the very loud, very brown big girl.
Or wear a placard that says “Don’t ask me nuttin!” and we’ll know it’s you.
I’ll try my darndest not to embarress the mid-westerners. I can be not loud, calm and serene. I swear.
The beauty of either the M or R line is even if you are on the wrong train or miss your stop the worse that could happen is great italian food in Bay Ridge or a quick transfer to get down to Coney Island
…Who downt cry…who said my oh my
I’ll be the tall white guy with a white sweatshirt, wire-rim glasses, moustache, and greying brown hair. Mrs. Nott, with me, has curly brown hair and big hooters. She’s about a foot shorter than me.
–Nott, the large
She’s bringing owls? Several of them?
This I gotta see.
Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there. I get off work at 5 so I have no excuse.
You mean you have to PAY HIM to look at your ass? 
AskNott, while I don’t entirely understand why you’d go all that way to watch a radio show, especially one that you could watch anytime in scenic and slightly closer St Paul AND get some lutefisk and lefse rather than that suspiciously spicy ethnic food AND where you can get some fishing in, I can understand wanting to meet the NYC Dopers. The ones I know are almost enough to get me to want to move to Gotham. Almost.
And, unfortunately, I’ve got to back out of this one. I twisted my ankle the other night – didn’t think it was so bad, but it was hurting (a lot) yesterday and seems to be even more today. I’m going to try to get into the doctor’s this afternoon to have it seen to, so that lets me out from walking around trying to find subway stations and bars! 
Catch y’all the next time?
sniff sniff
WOE IS ME! ChiDope ate all my money. 
I won’t be able to make it after all.
AskNott, you have fun in NY, ok?
I’ll try to be there.
** Asknott**
When you get on the train make sure it is the BROOKLYN BOUND train or it will take you much longer than you think.
not that I have any expierence getting on the wrong train and going way the hell out of my way no siree bob cat tail
Just wanted to say it was nice meeting both local and out-of-town SDMB members last night. You’re all a quite friendly and fun bunch…not the least bit bohemian or cliquish as I stereotypically assumed you’d be.
Good company at a good bar…not a bad combo.
Thanks
Drat and rats!
I had to do something for work yesterday evening, so I couldn’t meet with all of you.
Next time, dammit.
Meeting new dopers is always fun. Mrs. Nott hid her big hooters. I think it’s to save the male population from 7’3" Mr. Nott.
And John, you’ll always be buck wild to me.
Boy, I’m good at putting “spin” on things, ain’t I?
Yow! We had a grand time in Brooklyn at the Gate with the Charming and Highly Intelligent Dopers. We drank beers from Brooklyn and Saturn and less interesting places. I thank everyone for taking the time to drink beer and giggle with a couple of troglodytes from mere subterranian Indiana. We’ll never forget it. Thanks especially to Zebra, whose idea the whole thing was, and whose name I mangled repeatedly. Throughout our whole time in New York City, everyone we met was friendly and helpful. I don’t know where folks got the idea the Big Apple was a rude town. We met fewer panhandlers than in L.A., and even though there was one loud one in the 4 subway on Saturday, he thanked everyone for their patience, and he “God Blessed” us, every one, before leaving the car.
This is getting long. I’ll do another post or two about the rest of our time in the most fabulous town I’ve ever seen.
Yer pal, Nott