With the seeming prevalence of bars that take design cues from their names, you might have to worry about smells when going to a place called Trout. Thankfully, fishy fragrances are the only thing missing from this angler-themed bar in Boerum Hill. An outdoor spot attached to Smith Street diner Gravy, the place is wall-to-wall junkyard kitsch. In a good way. Three sailing dinghies are suspended overhead, and cheerful potted plants, an old Coca-Cola sign, and a rusty bike line a corrugated-steel wall. Lanterns, fishing rods, and red lights would make you feel as though you're at a pier-side juke joint, save for the neighborhood girls with asymmetrical bangs sipping strawberry mojitos ($6). We were told ordering the Brooklyn iced tea (iced tea, honey, and Jameson, $8) was a must but were more impressed by the crisp tang of the Two Jewels (Bombay Sapphire, ruby-red-grapefruit juice, a splash of tonic, and a little lime wedge, $8). The food menu is a nice and simple roundup of back-porch-barbecue fare. We opted for hand-cut fries ($4) and a plate of thick watermelon slices ($2) but regretted being branch-out wimps when the steamed littlenecks with chorizo (market price) arrived at the next table. The crowd got a little fratty toward the end of the night, when the specials wheel, spun every hour, landed on $1 Pabst Blue Ribbons and elicited booming "Hell, yeah!"s. But that was OK; it was time for us to down ours and head out anyway.