221 N 9th btw Roebling and Driggs
Me and Sugarland get on amazingly well. I don’t think I’ve ever had a bad time there. My two most memorable NY sex scenes had their beginnings in the Land-o-Sugar (a very, very naughty 3some that began with bjs in the taxi, and a very, very young supermodel with a donkey dick, if you must know). Sugarland is probably the most unpretentious venue in Williamsburg. Bigger than a bar but not quite a club, it’s spacious yet divey with a smoking terrace out back. The building is a tattered redbrick cube that sits enveloped by a new development of condos as the owners refused to sell. The juxtaposition is grand and hints at a Kafkaesque trip into delirium.