It's a local bar with a difference - the difference being its locality.
Welcome to Sandy's Bar, not at the end of the street but plonked right in the middle.
Just days ago this was The Sugar Bowl, summer hangout at Breezy Point's shore. Until it was ripped from its moorings by Hurricane Sandy and delivered to Gerritsen Beach.
An incredible journey of around seven miles, across the bay and made even more remarkable by the fact that it turned up complete with tables and chairs, shot glasses and an impressively stocked bar.
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Charlie Coppolino, 42, witnessed the bar's arrival: 'I looked out my bedroom window and I saw what looked like a house just flying past. The water must have been five, six feet deep.
'I said, "Ma we're in trouble!' It came in Jamaica Bay and smashed my gazebo, through my gate, ran over a car and just went down the road about five miles an hour like a steamroller.'
Cycling up to where the bar sat askew Lawrence Lowey, a resident of Gerritsen for 17 years joked, 'I told them to park my bar and look where they put it. You can't get the help.'
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