In Fort Greene, above a storefront on Lafayette Avenue, a metallic sign decorated with unlit neon block lettering reads “French Garment Cleaners.” A rickety tangle of wires in the image of the Eiffel Tower extends up the brick edifice of the building. Three weeks ago, the old cleaners became a new store called Stuart & Read More
In Fort Greene, above a storefront on Lafayette Avenue, a metallic sign decorated with unlit neon block lettering reads “French Garment Cleaners.” A rickety tangle of wires in the image of the Eiffel Tower extends up the brick edifice of the building. Three weeks ago, the old cleaners became a new store called Stuart & Read More
On a recent Sunday at the new Fairway supermarket in Brooklyn, a pale, reed-thin man, pointy-nosed and wearing glasses and black long-sleeves, was contemplating a Portugal Serpa. This is a spicy, strong-smelling cheese made in southeast Portugal from ewe’s milk. Here in this Epcot Center of a cheese display, the Serpa bordered on a Torta Read More
June 20, 2006, was a lovely Tuesday summer evening. In Carroll Gardens, the strip of neighborhood restaurants along Smith Street buzzed pleasantly. At the tiny eatery Saul, a throwback group of middle-aged to elderly folks, many of them Italian-Americans, were raising their glasses to one of their favorite sons: a real-estate broker named Allan Gerovitz. Read More
June 20, 2006, was a lovely Tuesday summer evening. In Carroll Gardens, the strip of neighborhood restaurants along Smith Street buzzed pleasantly. At the tiny eatery Saul, a throwback group of middle-aged to elderly folks, many of them Italian-Americans, were raising their glasses to one of their favorite sons: a real-estate broker named Allan Gerovitz. Read More
On the morning of Saturday, June 3, a line of wee Brooklynites and their guardians was lurching forward into the United Central Methodist Church of Fort Greene. They had come to worship Dan Zanes, the spiky-haired folk rocker who makes music that toddlers can toddle to without their culture-deprived parents feeling lame. The occasion was Read More
On the morning of Saturday, June 3, a line of wee Brooklynites and their guardians was lurching forward into the United Central Methodist Church of Fort Greene. They had come to worship Dan Zanes, the spiky-haired folk rocker who makes music that toddlers can toddle to without their culture-deprived parents feeling lame. The occasion Read More
John Flansburgh, of the band They Might Be Giants, was on the phone. “I have mixed emotions about ‘fabulous’ Williamsburg,” said Mr. Flansburgh, 47, who has lived in that neighborhood for over 20 years, watching as bars and boutiques began to choke Bedford Ave. “It’s quickly becoming a life-size replica of St. Marks Place, and Read More
John Flansburgh, of the band They Might Be Giants, was on the phone. “I have mixed emotions about ‘fabulous’ Williamsburg,” said Mr. Flansburgh, 47, who has lived in that neighborhood for over 20 years, watching as bars and boutiques began to choke Bedford Ave. “It’s quickly becoming a life-size replica of St. Marks Place, Read More
A thin, attractive woman was balancing a tiny newborn in one arm and a soft diaper bag in the other as she slowly, expertly, mounted the steep steps of a Boerum Hill brownstone on the evening of April 20—deliberate as a tiger.
“Now that’s the difference between Brooklyn and Manhattan,” whispered some single, childless, brownstone-less Read More
