In the Weeds
Turns out the Great GoogaMooga might not be so great for Prospect Park.
For the second straight year, Brooklynites are up in arms about the condition of Prospect Park following the food festival.
Tire tracks, dead grass and patches of dirt are all that remains of the once lush area that played host to the Read More
May 19, 2:30pm. Prospect Park, Brooklyn. It was hot and humid, and we smelled like chicken grease. This was to be the day food stepped out of the shadows of the Style section and took its rightful place among movies, fashion, and of course, music. But along the way, something went wrong. The Baohaus booth had already sold 1000 orders of bao, but the line was still at least 50 deep. It looked like we had an hour of sauce left, but without cell phone reception, we couldn’t reach our reinforcements on 14th St. We’d all been in the weeds before, staring at a line of tickets on the speed rail, but this was a flaming, sinking, Everglades swamp no one was getting out of…