Why a canary?
Every pub worth its paint has a name with a story behind it, and ours is a small gold bird. The full telling belongs to the people who run the place — and we're getting it down in their words. Check back, or better, come in and ask.
The room
Exposed brick, a long bar, candles on the tables, and the kind of lighting that makes everyone look like they're having a better night than they planned. On Sundays the back corner belongs to the musicians. Weekend daytimes belong to the neighborhood — kids in the booths, a full Irish breakfast going past, the Taco Tuesday sign biding its time.
In the papers
“A server brushed past me with a pint of Guinness in one hand and a full Irish breakfast in the other.”
“The Canary wants to be your Crown Heights neighborhood spot, and it might just succeed.”
Crown Heights
Franklin Avenue doesn't need another bar; it needed a local. The Canary keeps long hours for the neighborhood — open every night until at least 2am, kitchen on, lights warm.
Ár dteach, do theach Our house is your house