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The Word On The Street: Polish 101
Despite the fact I have lived in Greenpoint for ten years my command of Polish is, how shall we say, lackluster. The only phrase I can say is: Ja nie mówiÄ… polski: “I don’t speak Polish”. This is more the result of necessity than moxie on my part. I am often mistaken for being Polish. Over the years I have learned this simple phrase is very useful for extricating myself from many a social situation (I’d just as well not be involved in).
Most of the time, anyway. A year ago I tried it on an elderly woman on Meserole Avenue. In return I was on the business end of a one minute long diatribe— IN ENGLISH— about how I was actually Polish and merely pretending to be an American. Despite my protestations of having been born in Texas (something of which I am not terribly proud, thus I only bring it up when I’m under extreme duress) she remained unconvinced. She continued screaming at me as I walked away. But I digress.
Today on Bridgewater Street I was reminded of another piece of Polish I have learned during my tenure in Greenpoint.
What does this mean, you ask? Look it up yourself. Ada must be one helluva of a gal.
Miss Heather
From The New York Shitty Inbox: Haunted on North Henry?
Vin writes:
Miss Heather,
There is another creepy looking Halloween house at 216 North Henry Street in Greenpoint between Norman and Nassau. Might be Real!!
Today I finally had a opportunity to swing by and see 216 North Henry in person. I was not disappointed.
Recycle. Or else!
Thanks for the tip, Vin. Your fabulous find made my day! I will be posting more Halloween goodness from the Garden Spot later this evening, so stay tuned!
Miss Heather
New York Shitty Day Ender: The Duke
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North 6 Street
Morgan Avenue
Miss Heather
Reader Contribution Du Jour: Lorimer Street Nightmare
anonymous writes:
Hi Heather. Thought you might appreciate this. This is on the corner of Metropolitan and Union – the Lormier L train dumps everyone on the street to wait for crowded buses. What a nightmare for all.
Indeed. Dare I say this makes the riding Crosstown Local look good.
Miss Heather
Last Gasp: Closing Time at Casanova’s
It was an evening of business mixed with pleasure at Casanova Restaurant tonight. I didn’t mind: giving Casanova my business is a pleasure. The Mister talked baseball with the guys and I made gaffes over good vittles.
1. I said Hunter was safe. They disagreed. I reached a compromise:
In New York City Hunter is out, but as far as I’m concerned he was safe. Please do not spit in my food. (laughter)
2. True confession time:
I’m a Met’s fan… but I’d rather see the Yankees win than the Angels. Los Angeles sucks. (more laughter)
Casanova’s food is very nice for the price (TIP: ask for the arugula salad. It’s not on the menu, but if/when it is available order it!). The atmosphere is a delightfully unpretentious. It is one of the last true old school restaurants/hang-outs left in North Brooklyn.
What’s more, they’re great guys (even if they are Yankees fans). You can peruse their menu by clicking here.
Casanova Restaurant
338 McGuinness Boulevard
Brooklyn, New York 11222
Check ’em out if you haven’t already. Tell ’em New York Shitty sent you!
Miss Heather
P.S.: If you dine in insist upon being seated in the back room. It is FABULOUS!
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