48 posts tagged brooklyn
summer has begunDinner under a clear blue sky at GoogaMooga in Prospect Park last night.
this sunday badass block party
Come for food, drinks, music, a doggy kissing booth… and to meet the adorable, sweet dogs that are up for adoption.
When Sunday, May 5th, 11am–7pm
Where President Street between 3rd and Nevins Street in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
Entry is free, but you can buy drink tickets and Badass schwag in advance here.
Follow The Daily Badass on Tumblr, and see you Sunday!
yesterday the day jack fought tom hardy’s dog at the dog park
Jackson got in a fight with another dog at the McCarren Park dog run yesterday. This happens sometimes, and I can reasonably blame everyone else’s dog except mine because all Jack wants to do is play fetch. But, sometimes, the other dogs chase him and nips him on the neck or ear or tail, and Jackson fights back by baring his teeth and growling. (Okay, and sometimes lunging at the perpetrator.)
Regardless of who started it, this happened yesterday. Usually it ends pretty quickly because all the humans descend on the dogs and pull them apart. (I do not like to get in there because I’m afraid of getting bitten, so I yell “Stop” and am generally helpless in these situations.)
Thankfully, the guys in the park pulled the dogs apart, and Jack and I went back to playing fetch.
Minutes later, the man who owned the other dog came up to me and asked if Jack was okay. While everyone who goes to the dog park seem nice, we tend to keep to ourselves even though we cross paths in the neighborhood often (c’est la vie in NYC…), so it was unusual of this man to ask. Not to mention, he had an accent which I couldn’t quite place. I live on the border of a trendy Brooklyn neighborhood and an overwhelmingly Polish neighborhood – also trendy – so I thought, “Maybe he’s Polish.”
But though the guy sounded foreign, he looked familiar, like Tom Hardy, the actor who’s in a lot of movies, including the last Batman movie, The Dark Knight Rises.
Turns out, it was.
Nice job, Jack, for getting in a fight with Bane’s dog.
People in Williamsburg drink lattes and take notes.
Toby’s Estate Coffee 125 north 6th street, brooklyn. (347) 457 6160
epic quest the search for the best fried chicken + waffles
I forget where I had my first fried chicken & waffles, but the experience stuck with me. Few dishes take your taste buds to such opposite extremes: Salty fried skin and juicy meat paired with a buttery, sweet breakfast dish. That is, when it’s made correctly.
It’s a common misconception that chicken and waffles originated in the South, Sweet Chick co-owner John Seymour tells me. In fact, he says, the combination of fried chicken and waffles started in Harlem when jazz musicians would find themselves hungry after their gig ended in the early morning. So they ordered fried chicken on waffles as a way to sate their cravings for a post-work meal – and breakfast.
At Sweet Chick, the signature dish is offered alongside variations that change frequently. Recent specials that have made their way to the blackboard include General Tso’s Chicken & Waffles made with rice flour and broccoli, and cheddar waffles and bacon. Their rendition of mac & cheese is made with fontina, gruyere and aged white cheddar and is large enough to share between friends. For dessert, get the “Cookie Jar” and classic cheesecake.
Calorie-wise, Sweet Chick is not somewhere I can justify going to weekly. Still, I get that craving for perfectly seasoned fried chicken and breakfast waffles often enough to know I’m lucky to live within walking distance of it.
Sweet Chick 164 bedford ave, brooklyn. (347) 725-4793
Photos by Alice Gao
spring is here almost, maybe
It’s been a tough winter. This, coming from someone born and raised here, in Brooklyn, who should be accustomed to the bitter cold and dry air that characterizes many New York City winters, but isn’t. If you haven’t experienced the cold here, I can only describe it as aggressive. Your body is perpetually tense, trying to protect the small amount of heat it’s able to generate. Even your eyeballs get cold. Winter in New York is a popular conversation topic for all the wrong reasons.
But the day always returns when you’re caught by surprise because it’s six o’clock and the sun hasn’t set yet, when you’re able to venture out without your Eskimo outfit. Extended daylight hours and additional degrees Fahrenheit may not seem like much to celebrate, but if you survive a winter in New York – this winter, especially, with seemingly everyone getting sick – you know it is.
made with paper by marceloguzman
Plotting world domination with Kat and Alison over Dutch pancakes. The skylight in the back room means there’s beautiful natural light here, but the blueberry lemon pancakes could have used more lemon juice. And butter.
juliette 135 north 5th street, williamsburg (718) 388 9222
Jack is pooped. I explained to him that waking up at seven in the morning on the weekend will do that but he doesn’t speak English so did not understand.
I come here to think and drink mocha and eat lavender shortbread.
bakeri 150 wythe avenue, brooklyn. (718) 388 8037
favorite things mittens
While I love all of my animals and take good care of them, Mittens is especially spoiled. He was diagnosed with asthma last fall, so now I let him get away with hell and hang out on the dining table.
Even when he tries to eat my lunch I don’t yell at him lest he get stressed and cough up a lung—that’s what it sounds like—which breaks my heart.
At least he is considerate and looks for things to sit on, like plastic bags and old issues of New York…
Jack is my alarm clock. He goes off at 6:50 every morning, seven days a week. Over a month has passed since his adoption and the early morning games of fetch have finally become routine. I’ve even begun to appreciate a few things about being up before everyone else, like quiet, empty streets and seeing the rising sun make pretty colors in the sky.
favorite things table for one
I stopped by House of Small Wonder for a snack around three yesterday. It’s an odd, in-between time for diners and restaurants alike when it’s not quite lunch but definitely not dinner. Unsure of the appropriate meal to order for the hour, I settled on a banana Nutella croissant figuring it’s always time for dessert.
The croissant turned out to be quite small, so I finished it in a few bites. Still hungry, I caved to my savory craving and ordered the Okinawan taco rice, a popular Japanese lunch dish consisting of ground beef on a bed of rice, lettuce and tomato, topped with an egg over easy. I like well-seasoned ground beef so much I’d eat it on its own with a fork in a bowl, so, needless to say, I’m enamored with this dish. Plus, the red sauce they use reminds me of sweet homemade ketchup. Basically, it’s the Asian equivalent to sloppy joes without the burger bun.
In an attempt to detach myself from the Internet, I ignored my phone for a full twenty minutes and turned to a book instead. I tried to memorize details of the garden-inspired decor and Prussian blue walls to motivate a trip to Home Depot or wherever it is that people buy paint. I eavesdropped on my neighbors and briefly wondered about what brought them there. Are they students? Restaurant employees? Freelancers? (I wonder if we’re Twitter friends…) Do they like the show Girls or did they drag their feet through the first three episodes of the second season like I did? How do they know each other? Why are they splitting a croissant!? It’s tiny.
I took out my phone to capture the foggy afternoon and my pre-lunch pastry, grateful I was inside with good food and the rare pleasure of not having to talk to anybody.
house of small wonder, 77 north 6th street, brooklyn. (718) 388 6160
dispatch from the dinner table
Just returned from wandering around Williamsburg. The neighborhood was lucky to keep its electricity, Internet, and cell phone service. There was one vacant building on a Bedford Avenue corner that was boarded up before, but its scaffolding fell in the storm, revealing a vast space filled with rubble. A small crowd gathered to take pictures, but I couldn’t help but feel they were just looking for something to show and to have a Hurricane Sandy story to tell.
In somewhat related news, the social media workshop I was going to teach tomorrow at General Assembly has been rescheduled. I was looking forward to meeting everyone and to introduce my friend Keavy who owns Kumquat Cupcakery and soon-to-open Butter & Scotch. She’s gonna bring cupcakes and demo cocktail making whenever the class is rescheduled. Will let everyone know when a new date is confirmed.
In the meantime, I’m spending the afternoon writing about my Parma trip, and updating the FiftyThree Made with Paper Tumblr. If you’re not following, you should. Seeing people make every day reminds me you don’t have to be an artist to create — it doesn’t even have to be “good.” Simply trying is remarkable because regurgitating and ‘reblogging’ others’ work is easy enough, but making something original takes courage, and most people don’t.
To our community of creators recovering from the hurricane, our team is keeping you in our thoughts. Be safe.
Made with Paper by mysticlibrary
cloudy with a chance of meatballs
Stuck inside today due to Hurricane Sandy but had the foresight to brave the crowds at Tops, my local supermarket, yesterday. Even at 1pm, the checkout line snaked around the store as customers waited 20+ minutes to pay for bottled water, eggs, bread, and, in many cases, beer and pie (on sale!).
Chris got some sliced prosciutto di Parma, mozzarella cheese, and olives, while making fun of me for stocking up on water. I wonder how long 24 bottles of Dasani would last in a real emergency.
When we got home, Chris spent the afternoon making meatballs and pork wontons. Turns out, as long as you have wonton skins, the pork filling is actually quite easy to make. And if you make a lot and freeze them, you’ll have yummy storm provisions to last until the hurricane passes.
That is, if you have enough water to boil them in (and a gas stove that’ll work if there’s an electricity outage). Just saying.
favorite things chocolate & coffee breaks
Once upon a time five years ago, I worked in an office. It had cubicles, fluorescent lighting, an instant coffee maker, a soda vending machine, and a closet stacked from floor to ceiling with restaurant guides.
Even then, like now, I would get antsy around half past three. By 4:30 I would hit a wall at which point I would bolt out of my seat and make a beeline for Bouchon Bakery at Time Warner Center, one city block away. There, I would spend most of my meager salary on lattes and pastries. It kept me sane and poor and, for fifteen whole minutes, truly, blissfully okay with things. Then I would return to my desk and plug away at the computer for another hour or so before the end of the work day.
I was lucky to work at Zagat, but don’t miss working in an office.
These days I work from coffee shops, Chris’s music studio, at home, and, once a week, with some of the most talented people I know at FiftyThree. While my office is mobile, I still advocate for those afternoon breaks. They’re pick-me-ups, and I think everyone deserves them, and frequently. Besides, taking a stroll, indulging a craving, and bringing something back for your coworker are small steps that go a long way.