Last night my buddy and I met at Freddy's, intending to tip a few cold ones and catch up. Since the night was ideal for walking, though, we hit the road and decided to head to Club 773, a bar on Coney Island that I'd heard about on Chowhound. En route, we stopped by Joe and Joe's, on Church Avenue, for some standard, but tasty slices of pizza. I cannot recall who recommended Club 773, but I thank him/her for the tip. While the beer selection was nothing to write home about, the patrons and the bar itself were colorful. There was the old lady wearing bright red leather pants; the drunk perched atop a bar stool, mumbling to himself in Russian and English; the guy seated before a large bucket filled with shaved ice and bottles of Bud; the announcement of the wake of a recently expired regular; and, of course, the angry, hand-printed sign criticizing the anti-smoking bill and vowing to fight to overturn it. The main thing I liked about Club 773 was it's friendly atmosphere. All too often when I have gone to a neighborhood bar I have felt as though I were crashing a private party, but here we were treated with courtesy and made to feel welcome. So for Chowhounders who eschew the trendy bars and lounges, Club 773 is for you.