Thank goodness we’re having a spring this year. This was another sunny-but-jackets-required weekend. On Saturday, we walked over to Franny’s, where my bff Jill once sat next to her #1 celeb crush, Jake Gyllenhaal.
Sunday we went back to Prospect Park for the Food Truck Rally and enjoyed a walk through the neighborhood.
Was one of my neighbors inspired by The Shawshank Redemption?
Goddess of Victory + friends
Delicious fish and chicken tacos and Mexican Coke(!) from Mike n Willie’s
Mexican Coke in Park Slope!
Top left: Typical view from brunch, Brooklyn Homebrew sign, BFF Jill, Beautiful latte
Today is one of the few perfect times of year in NYC. Summer is almost always too hot, which leads to a sweaty commute. Both ways. We are surrounded by swampland, after all. Winter can be not so bad, unless it’s windy, which it often is. So for a few weeks in April-May and September-October, there is no better time to enjoy the city. Yesterday, I had breakfast with my bff Jill at Runner and Stone
in Gowanus, the world’s worst named neighborhood. We decided to take a walk, enjoying the weather, and did some ridiculously Brooklyn things, including:
-browsing a terrarium store. all terrariums, all the time
-buying pie in a pie shop with mega rude employees who tried to kill us with their glares
-browsing a beer brewing shop, where you can buy kits to make your own beer
No purchase were made, other than rude pie. I almost bought a bag of espresso there, but the employees were so awful – I didn’t want to spend my monies there. When we got to the front of the line, they glared at us, not saying anything until we just said our order. Awkward. Then they glared again when we wanted our pie to go after not asking either way. Sorry we’re trying to spend money in your shop. Bye, now.
Positive note – The staff at Runner and Stone were so pleasant and customer-friendly in a way that you have to assume they are not native New Yorkers. Big ups to friendly customer service people!
Today was a sunny, acceptably warm (53) day which meant New Yorkers are required to spend some time outdoors. V and I decided to pick up some coffee for fuel and walk over to the Prospect Park Food Truck Rally. It’s held on the 1st and 3rd Sundays every month and has 12 or so food trucks lined up in Grand Army Plaza, which I refer to as Paris. Although the options ranged from BBQ to Lebanese to tacos to slushies, we both opted to honor the city of brotherly love and had Philly cheesesteaks.
Although we were buttoned-up in jackets and I even saw a baby in a snowsuit (equally as inappropriate as the people wearing shorts and tees), spring has finally sprung in Brooklyn. This year it took its sweet time, but I couldn’t be happier – it’s my favorite season for the neighborhood.
Prospect Park West
Yellow flowers in Prospect Park. Early bloomers, although I’m not sure what they are?
I wish daffodil-tulip season lasted longer. It’s, what, 2 weeks?
I *think* this is a tulip tree in Park Slope.