Our plans for dining out at Queen at Sheba fell through since one of our friends didn't show up, so we resigned ourselves, somewhat unhappily, to heading back to Brooklyn. When we hit High Street, first stop in Bklyn, my companion said, "Let's get out here and maybe we'll find something."

Walked down Henry Street, thought about going into Henry's End, walked by Le Petit Marche and saw two waiters out front, both biting their nails, got grossed out, and kept walking. Passed by Noodle Pudding, already crowded at 6pm.

As we crossed Hicks and Cranberry, we noticed on the corner: Jack the Horse Tavern. "Let's go in there."

I am so glad we did! What a great place, both in terms of atmosphere/decor and food/drinks. We sat at the bar. My companion had one of their "highroller" cocktails, their take on the Sazerac. Pricey, but worth it. I seem to be developing a taste for beer (again) so I had a Brownstone...mmm. For dinner we had pork loin and fish, all expertly and deliciously prepared.

If I lived closer to Brooklyn Heights, I could easily see the Jack the Horse becoming my neighborhood place. As it is now, I'm not too far away, and I look forward to going back soon.