A safe enough bet on the weekends, the former home of Capone’s has lamentably lost its “free pizza” policy, but a quick de-pantsing will earn you a free drink and the appraisal of your fellow revelers. Attempts by most Manhattan nightspots to revive a bygone era are limited to hiring a few broke grad students to shuffle around on the bar in their man-panties, and while Sugarland doesn’t veer far from this tradition, the cheap drinks and isolated location add a Lynchian thrill to justify the commute to Bedford Ave. Besides, everything seems dirtier when you do it in Brooklyn.