There's no better place to observe the glorious and hilarious decline of mankind than seated in one of the four well-appointed stools at the small bar open to Bedford Avenue at Vera Cruz. While there is a full restaurant behind you, complete with a garden, you get far more bang for your buck facing the trendy tide of humanity which pours forth from the nearby L stop. From 5 to 9pm, you'll be treated to prolific peeping pleasures. Snack on chips and salsa as an endless flow of Williamsburg's finest return home from a hard day of being totally cool, and in many cases, looking totally ridiculous. Hand off your margarita to new found friends walking their well-groomed Chihuahuas, or sink into a depressive stupor once you realize that you'll never, ever, be as fashionable as anyone you've just snickered at.