Happyfun Hideaway

I wish I wasn't just visiting the city because I would be here ALL the time

Happy Fun Hideaway is the kind of place that feels like it accidentally spilled out of a glitter cannon and decided to stay that way—sticky, sparkly, and impossible to forget. Tucked along Myrtle in Bushwick, it’s less “bar” and more “fever dream hosted by your coolest queer friend who definitely owns at least three lava lamps.” The first thing you notice is the lighting: a chaotic symphony of neon, Christmas lights, and vibes that say, “yes, you look hot in here—don’t question it.” The walls are a collage of camp, kitsch, and “did I just spot a vintage Barbie next to a disco ball?” energy. It’s maximalism with a wink, like if your Tumblr from 2012 grew up, got gayer, and started serving drinks. And oh, the drinks. They’re strong in that slightly dangerous, “text your ex but make it poetic” kind of way. No pretension, no over-explained infusions—just solid, joyful chaos in a cup. You’re not here for a perfectly balanced cocktail; you’re here for something that matches your outfit: loud, unapologetic, and maybe a little glittery. But let’s talk about the real main character moment: Ickarus, the fab bartender. Equal parts mixologist and mythological icon, he serves looks as hard as he serves drinks. There’s a certain magic to the way he slides a cocktail across the bar—like you’ve just been chosen for something slightly reckless and definitely fun. He remembers your vibe, if not your name, and somehow always knows exactly what you need: a stronger pour, a little sass, or just a conspiratorial smile that says “tonight is going to get weird.” Honestly, if the bar is the heart, Ickarus is the glitter-pumping bloodstream. The crowd? Immaculate. A rotating cast of Bushwick darlings, soft bois, hard femmes, and everyone in between, all coexisting in a sweaty, euphoric swirl. There’s always someone dancing like it’s their personal music video and someone else making out in a corner like it’s the last night on earth. It’s sexy, but in that effortlessly cool, consent-forward, “we’re all just vibing and maybe flirting” way. The music refuses to commit—in the best way. One minute you’re shaking it to early 2000s pop, the next it’s hyperpop, then suddenly a throwback banger that makes the entire room scream-sing in unison. It’s chaotic good energy, curated by a DJ who clearly understands the assignment: keep it fun, keep it flirty, keep it a little unhinged. Happy Fun Hideaway doesn’t try to be the moment—it just is. It’s where you go when you want your night to feel like a story you’ll half-remember but fully romanticize later. Come for the drinks, stay for the glitter, flirt with Ickarus, and leave with a phone full of blurry photos and at least one new crush.

A very cherished spot, many happy memories made here with queer friends over the past few years. Affordable drinks, staff is always amazing. Lovely vibe for dancing or also just chatting, I especially love the outdoor area. Shout out Andrew such a sweetie!

Pickpockets frequent this bar. My friend got his phone stolen last night. Another bar guest saw him looking for it and said his got stolen as well. My friend spoke to the bouncer and he shrugged saying this happens a lot.

Scary dirty place lol

The space itself is great but the bartender serving the night I went made me feel extremely unwelcome, being outright hostile at times (short person with green hair). I would beware if you are a woman of color, and steer clear of interactions with this person given their blatant racism. Other than that, the music was awesome and the back-patio very nice!

I've been coming to this bar for years. I went tonight and was one of three guests in the bar. The bartender, Icarus, was at the other end of the bar watching videos with his friends, so I eventually walked over after 10 minutes and asked if he could please get me a drink for my friend and I. I walked back to my seat at the bar and he walked over and yelled at me, "You can walk over here and ask for a drink. I don't have to come to you". This was shocking for many reasons, but I realized he was very drunk. I told him nevermind and we were going to leave. He then proceeded to tell me to "save it" yelling this multiple times. I told him to have a great night and we were going to leave and he yelled at me that I was retarded and to "save it". I asked him why he didn't want to make money and he told me again to "save it". I left and went to a nearby bar. While in the next bar a person came up to me and told me they witnessed what happened to me at Happy Fun and apologized that that happened to us. So insane. If Icarus is working..... walk out immediately. Happy Fun.... please.... figure this out.

Good drinks, fun space. Great place to hang out and watch a relationship unravel.