Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
Good friends. Good food. Good times.
These bad boys don’t look as pretty as they tasted. Yeah, I’m bragging. Yours truly makes some seriously fierce chile rellenos. They were accompanied with salsa, beans, lentil soup, and some meanass Spanish rice from my friend mangy_cur!
The topper: Madeira, coffee and two great pies from Py-O-My. The Dutch apple pie was absolutely AMAZING. I highly recommend it.
From Ainslie Street.
From Manhattan Avenue.
Filed under: Greenpoint Magic
For those of you who are wondering what caliber of workmanship $400,000 – $500,000 will purchase in Greenpoint nowadays the following images (taken of the Viridian on Thanksgiving Day) should prove to be quite illuminating.
The previous craptastic footage begs the following tantalizing question:
If these defects are clearly visible to passersby, what other latent defects does this development sport?
I suppose when one is paying for amenities like virtual golf, a gazing pool, rooftop cabanas (which I have been told have a splendid view of the shit tits) and a concierge such trivialities don’t really matter.
Credits: Merriam Webster Online Dictionary
This choice morsel of post-Turkey Day goodness hails from across the pond in Long Island City. Randy writes:
I am a regular reader of your blog who lives in LIC.Â As I was out walking with my neighbors last week we came across this wonderful example of crap I thought you might be interested in.Â Aside from the obvious recycleable items reaching over the top of the leaky bin, I found it interesting what they did NOT want to be deposited inside.Â Maybe the owner prefers that the dog shit is left on the OUTSIDE for everyone to enjoy…..
Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving.
Right back at ya, Randy. Great find!
Lest you think you think you have little to be thankful for this Thanksgiving Day my fellow Greenpointers, life could be much, much worse. The Garden Spot of the Universe did not have a very happy turkey day 125 years ago. Don’t believe me? Read this article from the November 29, 1883 edition Brooklyn Daily Eagle and see for yourself.
What constituted “Dangertown” here in 11222, you ask? I’m saving that for an extra juicy post! Otherwise lest any of you are wondering “Crow Hill” is now known as Crown Heights. It was given this moniker because it was an African-American community. And next year we will have an African-American president. How times have changed— for the better!
Be kind to your neighbors today. Love them for who they are, not what they are. We’re all in this together.
From Franklin Avenue.
153 Franklin Street
Brooklyn, New York 11222
I don’t know about you, but the one thing I really love about New York City on a holiday weekend is the peace and quiet: e.g.; the two percenters are out of town! What’s more, there’s no need to go to Manhattan to do your holiday shopping this weekend. There’s plenty of action here in north(ish) Brooklyn. Fuck chain stores! Here are a couple (more) places you can get your gift-giving on. And benefit small businesses to boot!
Miss Wit (the brains behind this shirt and bona fide Sunset Parker to boot) will be at large at the ‘Flea this Sunday. Or you can make her acquaintance the previous day in *sniff* Manhattan.
If it doesn’t involve riding the G train I am not interested. 99.44% of what’s worthwhile in life is the journey, not the destination. Anyone who has patronized the Crosstown Local as long (or longer) than I have will tell you this.
Last— but hardly least— Greenpoint’s very own Dalaga is having a sale. With champagne, no less! Per their press release:
Come on in and don’t worry about the cold… we will be serving champagne Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to warm you up. Let’s get this gorgeous holiday started!
Free champagne = I’m there!
Here are some bits of Greenpoint goodness for this Thanksgiving Day. Enjoy!
Happy Thanksgiving everybody!
It is the stroke of midnight and I’m still cookin’ and a cleanin’. I was chopping up jalapenos earlier this evening and listening to the Beastie Boys. That’s when it hit me: the following song would be the perfect way to usher in this Thanksgiving Day. Gratitude: Brooklyn style!
More Turkey Day goodness to come. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to tend my beans.