Like all good dive bars, The Commodore keeps it simple. The bar feels pieced together with the best stuff from a mini storage unit that’s been locked since the 1980s, and Pies ‘n’ Thighs alum Stephen Tanner serves up next-level fried chicken and more cocktail umbrellas than you can shake your piña colada at.
Two warnings. First, merely looking at the food here will jack up your cholesterol thirty points, and worse, because everything is so good, you’ll crave it all the time. Second, after 21:00, the bar is packed out with early 20-somethings, so basically you order from the bar and then it’s a free for all between you and all of Brooklyn for one of the few tables. The good news is that none of it will bother you too much, assuming your main goal is to eat some excellent fried chicken and suck back a few kitschy cocktails (the house drink is a piña colada with an amaretto float).
Special tip: The kitchen stays open on Friday and Saturday till 01:00, so bar hop around the neighborhood and plan to arrive at The Commodore for a midnight snack and make it the hot or mild fried chicken sandwich.