I saw a comedy show in Greenpoint last night called "Sad, Broke and Lonely." It featured Rob Cantrell, who was funny, was hosted by Joe Mande, who was funnier, and featured a surprise, unadvertised appearance by Zach Galifianakis, who is one of the funniest comedians working right now. Combine that group of comedians, with bottomless Dewar's whiskey on the house and the lack of a cover charge and its safe to say that it was the most fun I've had on a Thursday night in quite some time.
Galifianakis killed, but one one-liner of his caught me so totally surprise that I snarfed whiskey on the lady friend who accompanied me to the show. Galifianakis was telling a story about how he and Louis C.K. recently attended the Bonaroo music festival in Manchester, Tennessee. When he said "Tennessee," some guy in the back of the room let out a whoop, to which Galifianakis replied "Easy, dude, you're not at Madea Goes to Jail." The funniest thing he could have said.
A brief word about the neighborhood of Greenpoint: it is very cool. Imagine what Williamsburg and Carroll Gardens looked like ten years ago, before Williamsburg was full of hipsters with ironic mustaches and Carroll Gardens was full of yuppies like myself. Manhattan Avenue has diverse architecture and wonderful mom and pop-owned restaurants, bakeries, and independent non-chain appliance/hardware/clothing/sporting goods stores. Many of the signs are in both Polish and English, and the neighborhood is dotted with beautifully preserved churches, most of which are Catholic. Its what you imagined Brooklyn to look like before you moved to Brooklyn - the sort of working class neighborhood of which Brooklyn used to almost entirely consist. Its worth it to spend a couple of hours wandering around there, assuming, of course, that you can get there - as the best access is offered by the G train, which, for you non-New Yorkers out there, is basically the New York metropolitan transit authority's equivalent of The Flying Dutchmen - obscure, rarely seen, doomed to ride the New York City subway rails for the rest of eternity, never to return home.