Walking to the Brooklyn Buschenshank, I found myself trying figure out what on earth Buschenschank means. Having lived in Germany for several years, I figured that at the very least, I should be able to take a stab at the meaning of the name of the place, but the meaning eluded me, and I started to get that annoyed feeling when you can’t remember a word, but it is dancing in back of your head, and will not let you think of anything else.
However, as soon as I sat down at the long wooden table at the side of the main room, I forgot I was ever annoyed, and decided this was just my kind of place, whatever it was called. Visually, the Buschenschank is quite beautiful: long communal tables fill the main room, and candles line the walls and tables, providing most of the the light in the restaurant. The space itself looks newly renovated, but the furniture and decor is more rustic giving the place a comfortable, cozy feel.