Built and lit like a cavern, 61 Local is forever bustling, a frequent focal point for the after-parties of literary Brooklyn, with an atmosphere that's equally conducive to large-scale mingling and up-close conversations. A modest menu of snacks, salads, and sandwiches helps to keep the alliterative alcoholics on their feet through their umpteenth drinks, with shareable plates of meats, cheeses, and Mediterranean spreads that will have everyone trying to turn them into single-person servings.