With a name like The Rookery, it’s to be expected that the bar/watering hole would turn out to be a nesting ground for rooks–but not the kind you would automatically think of. No, no–there ain’t no birds there, just cheaters and overchargers who want to take advantage of the scant amount of money in your wallet.
Between the bartenders themselves and the real estate/landlord-rich clientele at the oyster-slinging location, very few “fresh off the boat” patrons are able to leave without losing everything in their pocket–and all with the consumption of a half-full cocktail.
“I got off at the Jefferson stop to meet someone at Southwest Queendom. But I was about thirty minutes early so I thought I might kill some time by grabbing a drink at The Rookery. By the time I came out, I had been talked into signing a lease for three different apartments and had overpaid for five drinks, the liquid contents of which probably amounted to one,” rehashed Raquel Belch, an occasional performer at Bushwick Starr. Let her story be a lesson to you: beware the rooks of the rookery.
Written by Genna Rivieccio