Sunny’s

Over on Red Hook’s waterfront, there’s a little bar with a neon anchor in the window and an old-fashioned truck outside. That’s Sunny’s, a Brooklyn institution owned by—you guessed it—a guy named Sunny. Recently outfitted with an ATM post-hurricane Sandy renovations, the bar  features ragtime bands, jazz trios and slide guitar players take the non-stage on Wednesdays. Beneath abstract paintings, weird bust figurines and piles of old records, Sunny’s is a beloved hideout in a neighborhood that prides itself on being a non-destination destination.